The instant the figure appeared, alarm bells practically rang in the minds of every Spider-Man left behind. Their Spider-Sense was screaming madly, bringing stabbing headaches and distorted buzzing.
Instinct told them that an Inheritor had arrived.
Compared to the well-proportioned builds of most Vampires, this intruder looked like an upright brown bear. His body was like a wall, and his arms were like streetlamp poles.
He wore a green suit, with a red vest and white shirt underneath. But clothes meant for civilized people clearly did not belong on him. He ought to have been bare-chested like a barbarian, with a Beast Hide battle skirt around his waist—that would have matched the first impression he gave people.
Even the light from the teleportation wormhole was blocked by him, casting a massive shadow over everyone.
"Ha ha! Just as Father said, the weak Totems are all gathered here."
The burly man laughed as he reached out his Sinful Black Hand toward a Spider-Man no taller than a child.
"The leader of your little group is unbelievably stupid. But it doesn't matter. Once you die, you'll all be freed!"
The tiny Spider-Man came from a Parallel World where everyone was kind-hearted. The villains' worst crimes were making girls cry, and the reason behind the Avengers and X-Men's snowball-fight civil war was a pie.
You could not expect a Spider Totem from such a world to possess much combat ability. As a chibi cartoon character, he might have some degree of immortality, but that might not work very well against the Inheritors.
Tiny Spider-Man was not frightened by the enemy. Instead, he even intended to reason with the big man, explaining that grabbing people by the throat was wrong and rude.
But after realizing that he had been lifted with one hand and