The dark corridor was like the esophagus of some devouring beast—deep and oppressive.
Peter carried the little girl on his back, every step landing on long-dried bloodstains with a brittle sound.
The wound on his left arm was still bleeding, and the agonizing pain kept assaulting his nerves.
But compared to the heaviness in his heart, that physical pain was almost negligible.
He did not look back again.
He knew that the figure sealed within the white spider cocoon was no longer the Felicia he knew.
She was a guardian trapped by memories and promises, and a prisoner cursed by hunger.
"The green monster."
Felicia's final warning echoed through his mind like a curse.
What kind of existence could make even the evolved and powerful Black Cat feel fear?
His enhanced Spider-Sense scanned every inch of the surrounding space like radar.
He could clearly sense the ordinary zombies hidden in the dark corners, driven by hunger.
After sensing his presence, those zombies trembled as if they had encountered a natural predator and retreated into the deeper darkness.
What they feared was not Peter.
It was the lingering scent of Black Cat on him.
In this twisted underground kingdom, Felicia seemed to be the true queen.
And he was the invader who had defeated the queen.
Naturally, he bore the mark of a king that terrified all other lesser monsters.
That made the path ahead exceptionally quiet.
Quiet enough to be frightening.
The deeper he went, the more intact the base's structure became, but the signs of destruction also grew ever more horrifying.
The earlier corridors had mostly been wreckage left behind by fighting and feeding.
But now, what Peter saw was violent devastation.
He saw a massive blast door torn in half down the middle by unimaginable force, its broken