Arachne watched it happen.
Her mind shattered. Her Queen. Her goddess. The absolute power she had served, feared, worshipped her entire existence... erased. With a snap. Like snuffing out a candle.
A strangled sound tore from her throat, a mixture of a scream and a sob. Primal grief and rage surged through her, an instinctive urge to lash out, to avenge, to do something.
She started to push herself forward, claws scraping against the stone, murder burning in her six eyes—
But instinct screamed louder.
Every fiber of her altered being shrieked DANGER DEATH STOP. The presence of the Admin wasn't just powerful; it felt fundamentally wrong, like staring into an abyss that stared back with cold indifference. To move against him wasn't just suicide; it felt like inviting utter annihilation, erasure from existence itself.
She froze again, trembling violently, tears streaming down her face, trapped between impossible grief and paralyzing, existential terror.
