From the rooftop of Pinnacle Tower, Sorion placed the Helm of the Hidden Root once more upon his brow.

He saw it — the monstrous spider wrapped around the Earth, its legs gouging rivers, its eyes glowing with mind-sickness.

Sorion raised his hand.

Thousands of Grey Enterprises’ hidden devices across the globe activated at once — bombarding the spider’s world-body with quantum silk disruptors and venomized viral codes.

The first limb tore free, the planetary web quivering in agony.

Sorion’s voice rose above the howling storm:

"By blood and thread, by will and venom,

I cut the web of the Old Hunger.

I weave the Silk of the Future!"

And in that moment, Earth shuddered on the brink of freedom — the first thread of a new empire, spun by human hands.

Sorion was no longer merely the Spider Prince.

He was the Weaver of Worlds.