Adhesive

Two creatures fell to the ground—a weird spider
and a lightning-discharging cloud. As the legs of the spider were free from
injury, either it’d regenerated already or this was a new beast.
Fern egged them on with eerie syllables.

A jolt of purple shot through the spot where D had stood, spraying the
wall of the shack with sparks; the needles launched by the airborne D
stopped halfway between him and the monsters. The instant he realized
billowing white threads were twisting around him, D mowed through the
wind with the longsword in his right hand.

“Oh,” Fern exclaimed. He’d just watched the adhesive liquid that’d held
not only behemoths but the figure in gray cut to shreds like so much cotton
thread.

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