The rift in space-time closed completely, and all the gloom in the sky faded away.
The smoke of war over New York City was slowly scattered by the evening breeze. The blood-red pressure that had once shrouded the heavens and blotted out the sun, the dimensional killing intent capable of destroying countless worlds, had completely vanished without a trace.
Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, gently spilling over the battered yet reborn land. The clamorous city gradually came back to life, and the panicked fleeing crowds slowly calmed down.
A fated catastrophe that had been meant to exterminate all Spider Totems had completely become a thing of the past.
The portal rippled faintly as four figures quietly returned to the manor courtyard.
Compared to the chaos outside, which had just endured the flames of war, this sanctuary within an independent space-time remained gentle and peaceful. Lush greenery swayed in the breeze, and ripples shimmered across the pond.
The evening wind carried a faint floral fragrance, washing away all bloodshed and hostility, leaving behind only the ease and tranquility of peaceful days.
The earth-shattering battle that had just ended remained deeply engraved in the hearts of the three women.
Even after traversing countless parallel universes, they had never witnessed such absolute domination and supreme gentleness.
Morlun—this name was the ultimate nightmare of the entire Spider Multiverse.
Over countless years, innumerable extraordinarily gifted Spider-Men had risen in resistance, countless teams had fought to the death, and countless universes had been destroyed. Everyone had lived beneath the shadow of the Inheritors' hunt.
Bound tightly by the shackles of fate, fleeing, fighting, and falling had become the eternal destiny of all Spider Totem bearers.
Yet such a terrifying demon god, one who spanned dimensions and had no equal, along with his inherited family, their