Vergil's blood, hot and thick, ran down the spear and onto the Spiderling's wounds.
The reaction was immediate.
The dark green of her blood bubbled, mixing with the bright red. The wounds began to close… but something in them refused to return to their previous state. The flesh molded, the bones cracked.
She let out a scream—not of pain, but of pure transformation.
Her hind legs contorted, partially retracting, and the muscles lengthened. Bones appeared at new angles, straighter, more… human. The carapace split open in places, revealing pale skin beneath a grayish hue.
Vergil watched, motionless, like a sculptor watching his work come to life.
"Yes… more… more!"
Her front limbs lengthened, and at their ends, fingers began to sprout—slender, tipped with black claws. Her posture changed; She let go of her full weight on the ground and raised half her body, now more humanoid than arachnid.
