Overall, this was a massive spider the size of a three-story building—except what it carried on its back wasn't a bulging silk sac, but a hill of brains wrapped tightly in spider silk.
These brains, all of various sizes and densely packed, would tremble slightly in unison with each movement the spider made—they were all still alive.
Human brains were only a small fraction among them; most were a grotesque assortment of other brains, looking like the neurological tissues of other creatures.
The recent explosion of the Narwhal's airbag was clearly its doing.
Fortunately, it seemed this spider was previously wounded—two huge gashes almost tore its entire body apart, leaving it a bloody, mutilated mess. That was why it moved so slowly.
"My God, they actually managed to control it—even if just barely. That's honestly shocking. The technology of these 1189-1 bastards is far stronger than we ever imagined!"
