Arachne had forgotten much of her earlier life. The faces of most of the humans Noah had been around back then were almost a blur.
Before gaining the intelligence she possessed now, there had been even less reason to care.
Back then, there had rarely been a reason to distinguish one human from another. But to her, their differences hardly mattered, because in the end, whether they were weak or strong, they were still food.
Still, she remembered one group of food being around Noah more often than she liked.
These humans constantly found ways to upset Noah, even when they were protected by him.
She never forgot that when they were around, Noah experienced the most emotional conflict. When they were around, other humans always ended up attacking him.
And now that was happening once again.
The moment Arachne recognized one of those humans among the army, something inside her reacted far more violently than she expected.
Arachne wanted her dead.
"What's wrong?"
