Chapter 1009 Is That All

• In the time it takes to blink, Arachna's silken threads closed in—hundreds, then thousands—forming a living curtain that swallowed the light and hissed across Dominic's field of vision.
• Each strand carried not only a razor's bite but a colorless narcotic that seeped invisibly into the air. Anyone foolish enough to breathe stood one breath away from oblivion.
• Dominic had no interest in finding out how potent the toxin might be. He locked his lungs, moving through the swirling mist with the focus of a diver slipping beneath arctic water.