[Brightest Star] [9]

"I'll let you choose first," Valcina whispered. "Will you be the prey or the predator?"

Azariah looked at her, eyes trembling slightly, the grip of the ghostly figure loosened as he stood straight.

[Choose what you want, Azariah, I will protect your mind from collapsing.]

A voice echoed in his head, a sense of calm washing over him as he took a deep breath.

"...Prey," he whispered softly, looking at her. "...I am a spider, born to prey on weaker beings."

His vision turned blank, his eyes blinked softly, turning into the eight eyes of a spider, his mind going numb.

His life as the spider started, filled with killing to survive, hiding, and waiting for his prey in his web.

In a split second, he lived the life of a spider for over a year.

His behavior slowly turned that of a spider.

...Until.

"I am a wasp," Valcina whispered, looking down at him with amusement. "...Devourer of spiders."

Gasp!