The behemoth's shrieks echoed throughout the entire forest. Its pain of defeat signified more than just its death, it also signified the loss of its authority. Its verily claim as ruler of its territory was crumbling. The few remaining creatures under its command cowered or fled, their instincts urging them to abandon the once-mighty predator.
Without its spiderlings to enforce its rule, without its towering presence to instill fear, the behemoth's reign was over.
Arachne stood still while next to Noah's side, her eyes locked onto the colossal creature's less than dignified form. Yes, she could admit that Ailetta was stronger than her, but at least now Arachne could say that she wasn't that far behind her. Her position as Noah's Queen wasn't out of reach. Her breathing was now steady, her raging emotions, expressed by furrowed brows and glaring eyes, were now replaced by the slight quirk of her lips that betrayed her satisfaction.