The enhancement settled into his bones, muscles, and nervous system. Not a dramatic transformation, but a decent one.
Faster reflexes. Stronger strikes. Greater endurance.
It's Time to head out.
Arthur stood, dismissing his interface.
It was time to inspect his new domain.
"Formicia, we're moving." He turned to address both spiders. "The old headquarters returns to Lucas."
The spider queen chittered acknowledgment, beginning the careful process of dismantling her web-throne. Each strand dissolved at her touch, leaving no trace of arachnid habitation.
Can't return a borrowed space covered in spider silk.
Within minutes, the room appeared exactly as they'd found it. Clean. Empty. Ready for its previous owner.
Arthur exited the building with both spiders flanking him. Formicia's elegant frame drew immediate attention from passing players.
