When Loren returned to the manor with Silk unharmed, the evening breeze in the courtyard was still gentle. The setting sun blanketed the bluestone steps, and the drifting fragrance of flowers mingled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, washing away all the violence and bloodshed left behind by the battlefield.
The catastrophe that had once swept through countless parallel universes and imprisoned the spider clan in an eternal fate had now completely vanished, with no possibility of ever returning.
Gwen hurried forward at once. The anxiety and worry that had gathered in her eyes faded away, leaving only relief and tenderness.
Spider-Woman also forced herself to rise despite her not-yet-healed body. Her back, tense for days, finally relaxed as she looked at the two who had returned safely and let out a long breath.
The crisis that had risen and fallen so violently within a single day felt like a breathtaking nightmare.
Morlun had evolved through death, returned through cloning, abducted Silk to restart the sacrificial ritual, and nearly caused the fate everyone had escaped to collapse once more.
Fortunately, Loren had once again acted against the odds, shattering Morlun's twisted path of infinite evolution, destroying his soul, razing every hidden cloning nest, uprooting the Inheritors' sinful foundation built over countless ages, and completely severing every lingering threat.
From this day onward, there would be no more Inheritors across the multiverse, no more fate of spider sacrifice, and no more shadow of cross-dimensional hunting.
Freed from the restraints of the blood-red altar, the restless and chaotic totem source within Silk gradually calmed beneath the nourishment of Loren's temporal-spatial power. Yet after days of fleeing, captivity, and the exhaustion of her source, weariness still clung to her.
Her face remained somewhat pale, and the panic between her brows had