Then Jorogumo called out Bakuteriya, her raspy yet regal female voice echoing through the vast, ancient chamber with commanding authority.
The Spider Queen sat at the head of the massive black marble table, her eight completely black eyes gleaming like polished obsidian as she leaned forward slightly.
Her six human arms rested elegantly on the scarred surface, fingers tapping lightly in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while her massive spider legs below the table clicked softly against the stone floor, the sound reverberating like distant thunder.
Her blue hair cascaded like midnight water down her pale shoulders, framing a face of cold, seductive beauty. The room itself amplified her presence — the tall, shadowy pillars seemed to lean in, the flickering torchlight from iron braziers casting long, twisting shadows that danced across the faded tapestries of fallen gods and conquered realms.
