Divine Kin

"Al... all right..." After another long silence, Aragog spoke with difficulty.

No living creature did not yearn for eternal life. No living creature did not yearn for great power, even if the price was to be bound and controlled by a vast political machine from then on.

"W-we... when do we leave?" Aragog asked weakly.

He knew very well how much power Tierra possessed. Even though he was old and nearly dead, even though he could no longer see, he could still sense the dark, terrifying pressure standing before him, like an abyss.

It was an instinctive fear, a tremor from the depths of his soul. His blind eyes instead allowed Aragog to perceive that pressure more directly and accurately.

"That depends on when you want to regain your youth," Tierra said. "Or rather, how much longer you think you can hold on."

"Can I... can I say goodbye to Hagrid?" Aragog asked.

"You will have plenty of time in the future—almost endless time." As Tierra spoke, he extended a finger toward the Acromantula King—

Though Tierra's finger was still at least five meters away from Aragog, the space between them folded and compressed like wrinkled paper.

Tierra's finger touched the space between Aragog's eight eyes, then withdrew at once.

"Click, click, click. Click, click, click, click, click."

Aragog's mandibles trembled excitedly. His eight gray-white eyes gradually cleared, while the sparse, limp hairs on his legs once again burst through his skin and grew back, becoming incomparably hard.

His empty venom glands filled once more with deadly poison.

"Thump, thump. Thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump."

His slowly beating heart began to pound rapidly, like an engine newly filled with gasoline and fuel.

Strength, youth, and an almost inexhaustible lifespan once again flooded Aragog's aged body.

"Click, click,