Too many legs...
In that brief instant, even gods who did not need to breathe to sustain their lives felt a sense of suffocation.
Milmina glared at Nariter. She felt that there had to be something wrong with this huge, spider-like "kindred" before her—perhaps it was a deranged individual born from misguided ideas, or perhaps a "near-dead one" already at the brink of madness. Either way, she had better avoid any further contact with this spider.
The reason she could not escape the spider's pursuit was certainly not some childish excuse like "having fewer legs." Milmina knew that perfectly well. She was simply too weak at the moment and at a disadvantage in this environment—
To plan today's bold operation, she had dismantled and reassembled herself too many times. And ever since thousands of years ago, she had deliberately restrained her own "growth." Like a prisoner starving herself thin enough to squeeze out of a cage, her plan had succeeded, but it had also left her weak and powerless. Combined with her environmental disadvantage, that weakness meant she could not possibly leave this spider unscathed.
But she had to leave, and quickly—this was a strange "boundary of thought." The chaotic, unformed fluctuations of the sea of consciousness could be used to "wear away" the chains, but they could also inflict tremendous harm on her. She could already clearly feel the remnants of her strength draining away, faster and faster.
"Listen, little spider, I have to leave," Milmina said as she stabilized her form and tried to distract Nariter through conversation. "In another place, at another time, I might be interested in talking with you a little longer, but not today—please step aside."
Nariter, however, was stubborn. "I'm taking you to see His Majesty. You can only leave if he says