Then Jorogumo leaned forward in her massive throne-like chair at the head of the ancient black marble table, her eight completely black eyes gleaming with cold calculation as she scanned the gathered high-ranking monsters.
Her blue hair cascaded like midnight water down her pale shoulders, framing a face of seductive beauty that contrasted sharply with the horrifying spider form below her waist.
Her six human arms rested elegantly on the scarred table, fingers tapping lightly in a slow, deliberate rhythm, while her massive spider legs clicked softly against the stone floor, the sound reverberating like distant thunder in the vast chamber.
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.
