Inside a corridor of the Osborn Building lobby.
Harry Osborn took off the Life-Support Armor, which had already stopped functioning, and slumped weakly to the floor.
Spider-Venom had not completely cured his genetic disease. Without the protection of the Life-Support Armor, pain once again swept through every nerve in his body.
He panted violently, cold sweat soaking his hair and forehead, his face terrifyingly pale.
"Bzzz..."
Weak currents gathered in the broken cables nearby, slowly outlining Twilight's unstable, phantom-like form.
"Useless!"
The moment Harry saw it, he sneered mockingly. "A simple EMP device was enough to leave you helpless? Isn't your master from the future? Didn't he tell you how to counter EMPs?"
His voice was hoarse from weakness, but none of its sharpness had diminished.
"My master left me a great deal of technical data, but I currently require a suitable environment to turn the blueprints into physical armaments." Twilight's electronic voice rang out without emotion. Its body, reconstituted after the electromagnetic pulse, looked especially dim.
"Mr. Osborn, what you should do now is restore power to the building as soon as possible. Psypoint will return soon, and we need to prepare in advance!" Twilight continued.
"I don't need you to remind me!" Harry snorted. Struggling, he pulled out his phone and prepared to contact security and the power department.
"Clang... scrape..."
At that moment, a grating metallic scraping sound came from the darkness at the other end of the corridor.
Harry abruptly turned his head, his pupils contracting sharply.
Dr. Otto Octavius slowly emerged from the darkness, his expression cold and sinister.
Behind him, four savage octopus-like mechanical arms unfurled. Their metal surfaces reflected the faint glow of the emergency lights, while the scarlet scanner lamps at their tips stared fixedly at Harry on the floor like four