Y̴̮̬̒̆́̍̄ǫ̷̝̠͉̫͗̑u̷͍͂̐̊ ̸̗͚̈́͜ẃ̸̖̯̩̤̍̎ỏ̷̟r̶͚̪̤̗̯͂̿̆̾m̴̪͇̓̑̕̕s̸̥̮̭͍͗͋̌̈́̕.̵ ̪̼̙̐͐̒͠ ̶̡̝̹͌̒́͝D̶͔̞͓͓̀̎͒͝o̸̞̘͛ ̶̠̖̮̏y̶͔̖̒̆͜ő̵̡͙̫̏̌̊ŭ̷̢̜̳̦̏͋ ̷̗̊̑͝ī̷̞̭̀͂̓m̶̧̩̖̈́͛ą̸̘̪̊́̈́́̔g̷̢̜̻̤͒̒̇͂͝i̶̺̝̒͒̅̽n ̷̟̀͋̊͂̿ȇ̶̪̦͒͐̐ ̵̖̣̠̈t̷̟̽̔̒̌̿h̴͉̖̿͆̉͝ḭ̵̙̯͋s̸̹̙͝ͅ ̴̳͓̥͕̟̍͆m̴̻͈̖̩͘ȧ̵͉̂̚͜ẗ̸̼́̚͜t̵͈͍̞̫͂̄̇e̵̛̬̍̆̀ȓ̵͖̅s ̴̗̰̣͗?̶͉̭̪̍̎̅͠ ̴̨̯͝T̵͖̙͋ḥ̴̬̎̆͛̀a̷̢͑̑̊̌͌ṭ̷̪̺̓̍ ̸͈͇̈́̌̄̚̕s̸̡̻̤̜̯͊̐͘h̸̟̖̦̔͛o̷͔̣̖͆̂̚ǫ̷͎̬̣̀̉̂̈́t̶̨͇̘̏i ̷͔̟̔͑̕͝͝n̴͎̘̔̆̓̚g̷̭͓͑̍̒̓̀ ̶̖̻̘͊̎̽̌̔m̵̹̹͗͗̈̾ȩ̶͔̀̉̃̀͆ ̶̭̭̖͓̓͘w̷̡̨̛̥̿̈́̒̆i̶̛̙͇̔͗̿t̴͉̾̅͒̕h̵̙͇̲̥̔͐̅̓ ̴̺͗̏b̸̡̨̤̀ồ̷̼́l̶̪̐t̸͖̯̆͝s̶̛̫͒̂,̵͎̈́̌̽̄͘ ̸̺̺̃̀͂̀͝ò̴͕̤̥͈̯̽͊̋̈́f̷̲̑̏͜͝ ̵̡̛̫̼̺̚͜a̶̳̥̭̦̚͘ḽ̶̛̛̠̰̈̉͝l̴̩͈̉̒ ̶̼̙͊̈́t̵̲͉̞̗̞͒̑̈́͊̒h̴̝̓͜͠î̴͚n̵̮͚͛̅ǵ̸̦̉͆̚s̵̨̡͕̬̐͂,̵ ̘̦̘̄́̀͜ ̴͎̦͔̽̅͊w̵͎̣͖̙̽͋̈̆͘i̴̡̥̲̽͐̾̿͆l̴̘̹͖̂͂̿́l̵̛͎͎̔͑̄̋ ̸͈̖͍̱̯̀͒̍̈͋e̵̬͓̹͊͑̾͑n̶̡̛̪̯͙̼͒̕d̶̘̲̹̼̆̌̔̈́͜ ̸̻̬̄t̸̼͓̮̱̽̔͠ͅh̸̯͍̝̉̀͂͠͠í̷̺̜͕͇͖̋̂s̷̛͓?̶̫̲̓̓̾͘ ͉͓͚ ̶̣̗̫̆̆T̶̠͕͔̎ḩ̵͗̈́͑a̵̬͖̣̅̅̍̀ț̵̞̀̒ ̶̩̼̿̋͐̋̇ŝ̵̩͜p̴̲̝̭̪̯̑̊̿̕o̵̮͓͝r̵̥̜̀͘e̵͖̠̱̼̓̈́͋͝s̶͙̙̃ ̯̣ ̷̜͎͌̉̄̍̉g̶͕̺̪̲̠͗i̵͔̪̱̞̬̊f̶͙͎͓̰́͜t̷̠̖͈̔̽͊͘ę̷͙͑́d̵̈́ ̩͍̭̗̄̏̓ ̶̞̫̣̆́̑͋͘b̷̙͓̋̑̈͊͝y̴̳̌̓́ ̶̢̞͔́͌̊a̵̡̺̜̎̚ ̸̺͕͍̬̖͊̍̈́p̸͕̳͈̏̄͠r̸̝͎̹̆̇̂e̷̢̛t̶̪͈̮̝͋̉̚e̶̥̓̒n̴̤̪͕̓d ̴̣͖͓̗̟̆̀e̶̢͉̒́̅͋͜r̷͓͎̘̝̚ ̵̜̦̩͛͘t̸͖̭̾͋́̉͝o̷̧̱̤̜͙͊̚ ̶͉͓͑̆̊͜t̶̞͑̏̋̈́̿h̶̳̮́͊͆͊̅ȩ̶̲̘̜̐̅̃̎ ̴̜͖͙͔̅̓͐l̵̨͍̹̆̿̕ŏ̶͙̃r̶̝̫̈̒̓̑͜ͅͅd̴̜̟̝͋̀͛'̶͖̟̲̪̙̎̐̕ ṡ̶̙̫̗ ̴̟͇̤̤́t̵̡͙̩͎̼̂̊h̵͉̱̑̆̄̈́͠r̶̛̰͕͐ȯ̴̡̦͖̜n̸̨̆̐͒̋e̸ ̙̂̓ ̶̜͂w̷̛̤̘̙ì̷͇ĺ̴̨̯̘͝͠l̵̫̯͂ ̷͎̈́̒̀s̵̡͓̲̓͊͊t̶̠̳̪̪͂̈́͘o̷̪̫͇͑̎̈́̚͝p̷̡̬̱̪̹̽̅͑̓̇ ̵͕͓̪̯̲̏̓̕m̸̨̹͙̯͋̓̿̈́́e̵̢̛̳͚̮̾̏̅̇͜?̵̛͓ Windweaver's voice is calm, albeit distorted, even as she almost experimentally claws at herself. At the same time, a single spider is disgorged from her abdomen - quite a step down from the swarms of moments ago, or so it seems for a moment. But this spider rapidly swells in size, growing from a normal spider to a jet-black creature the size of a building, positioned directly between its mother and Ragnar.