Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Before anyone could react, invisible spider threads had already coiled around Sonya and Dia. The webbing clinging to them looked dull and viscous, like tongues rising from a swamp or barbed hooks from a demon. Within seconds, the threads piled thicker and thicker, trapping them inside a decaying cage.

Dia shrieked and jumped up, frantically trying to tear the webbing away. "Ah! It's so filthy!"

The threads, however, felt half-real and half-illusory. Not only was she unable to remove them, but her struggling only made them denser. Already mottled with grime, she now looked completely bedraggled. As she thrashed on her chair, one of its legs suddenly snapped with a sharp crack, sending her crashing to the floor with a heavy thud.

Sonya's eyes sharpened. "You!" 

She drew her sword and charged at Denzel, but in the next instant, her toe caught on nothing but air. She stumbled violently, slammed onto the wooden floor, and her sword skittered out of her hand.

The power of Weaving was truly terrifying. Without even breaking a sweat, Denzel had neutralized both opponents.

Ashe stood frozen, stunned by the sudden violence. When he finally snapped back to his senses,...