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[On top of the trees, miles away from the throne room, waits a half-woman, half-spider hybrid. Long black hair covers her pale, bare breasts, and she seems to be waiting for something, or perhaps someone. Hundreds of tiny spiders skitter about around her spider-legs nervously.
In the dimming sunlight above the trees, her smile looks absolutely wicked.]