What right did that creepy daemon have to call anyone an abomination? That eerie thing had eight hands! With seven fingers on each one!
'And it doesn't even make sense!'
Why eight hands? Because spiders, who wove silk, had eight legs?
What about Weaver's legs?! The great and terrible Demon of Fate had those too, presumably! Add those to the eight hands, and you get ten limbs!
That would make Weaver more like a crab — or a lobster — not a spider.
Where did that creepy lobster get the nerve to call Sunny an abomination?!
Sunny grimaced and rubbed his face.
'What am I even thinking about?'
He was simply reeling from reading the description of the Weave. That one sounded like a personal message to him more than any other, answering the question he had just asked himself.
However, like all the answers the Spell gave, it only gave birth to a greater swarm of questions.
'There is a lot to ponder on here.'
Sunny closed his eyes for a moment.
