Fine
Rank 5 Zeniths were very proud creatures.
The magical beasts and humans alike.
All their base qualities, like what they liked, enjoyed, disdained and found pleasurable, was multiplied as they reached the higher ranks.
And that meant that, for something that wasn't equal to its level, the Rank 5 Red Fang didn't deem Liam worthy enough to face.
Contrary to popular belief, spiders were actually quite pragmatic, not thrill-seeking hunters.
Well, with the exception of some species.
They were cold blooded creatures that fed only when necessary, secluded themselves in uninhabitable zones, and didn't even value kinship.
Like the ones Liam was ripping apart and had become.
'Am I unworthy in your eyes?' Liam thought to the spider, strangely serious. 'You want me to come to you?'
That's exactly what the spider wanted him to do.
If Liam walked into that cave, he'd be dealt with instantly.