As the sun rose over the enclave, a new life emerged from the depths of a purple and black spotted egg. The woman, born of darkness and despair, felt a surge of primal instinct coursing through her veins. All she knew was one mission: to kill her son and make her husband birth their new children.
With a wild shriek, she burst from the confines of her egg, shooting webs and swinging through the pulsating corridors of the enclave with reckless abandon. Her heart pounded in her chest as she raced towards her destination, her mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance and retribution.
Finally, she reached their home, located at the highest region possible for nobles to live. Her son's screams echoed through the halls as she approached, her laughter mingling with his terror.
"Son, it's okay," she cooed, her voice dripping with madness. "We will live together forever now."
With a flick of her wrist, she shot webs at his ankles, dragging him up the stairs and leaving him hanging from the chandelier like a grotesque ornament. His father, hearing the commotion, emerged from his chambers, his face twisted with horror and disbelief.
As the chandelier broke, the father lunged over the balcony, trying to tackle his son onto the stairs on the other side of the staircase. But his efforts were in vain, and he landed with a sickening thud, his legs snapping like twigs beneath him.
The mother's laughter grew louder as she approached, her eyes gleaming with madness as she ran her hands through their hair. With a savage grin, she stabbed their skulls with her nails, drooling purple venom through the openings.
Finally, she wrapped them in webs, cocooning them in a macabre embrace. With a satisfied sigh, she nestled herself in the middle of them, closing her eyes as she drifted off to sleep.
But as the first rays of dawn broke through the enclave, the mother stirred from her slumber, her eyes snapping open with renewed vigor. And as her husband and son began to reawaken beside her, she knew that their nightmare was only just beginning.
As the hours passed, the mother awoke to a scene of chaos and transformation. Her son and husband, now reborn as spider titans like herself, writhed and twisted in their webs, their bodies pulsating with new life and power. With a sense of grim satisfaction, she watched as they emerged from their cocoons, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
But there was no time to revel in their newfound strength. The mother knew that her mission was far from over. With a steely resolve, she set out to carry out Titus's plan, leaving arachnid eggs in every chimney to the houses in the nobles area of the enclave.
With each egg she laid, she could feel the tendrils of darkness spreading, infiltrating the very heart of the enclave itself. And as she watched from the shadows, she knew that soon, Titus would have an army at his command, ready to strike from within without having to step into the fire himself.
As she disappeared into the night, her laughter echoed through the pulsating corridors of the enclave, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within its walls. And as dawn broke over the horizon, she knew that the world would soon tremble before the might of the Arachnid Titan, and all who stood in his way would be crushed beneath his heel.
As Titus walked through the mess hall, he could feel the tension in the air, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Commander Armon approached him, flanked by three officers and two squadrons lurking in the shadows.
Armon's voice was cold and authoritative as he addressed Titus, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Titus, you are under arrest," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "We believe you may be involved in the disappearance of Donny and the other three squads under your command."
Titus laughed, a dark and menacing sound that sent shivers down the spines of those around him. "Oh, is that so?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, by all means, Commander, let's go have a little chat, shall we?"
With his hands in his pockets, Titus followed Armon and his officers, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. As they loaded him into the horse carriage and set off for headquarters, Titus couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, this was all part of his plan.
Meanwhile, Armon's followers, Futoria and Eren the 3rd, watched from the sidelines, their expressions unreadable. Futoria, with her steely gaze and sharp wit, resembled her namesake, Historia, while Eren the 3rd, with his fiery temper and unwavering determination, bore a striking resemblance to the legendary Eren Yeager.
As they followed Armon to headquarters, their minds raced with thoughts of loyalty and betrayal, duty and honor. And as they prepared to face the truth behind Donny's disappearance, they knew that the path ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But one thing was certain: they would follow their commander to the ends of the earth, no matter the cost.
In the dimly lit horse carriage, Titus lounged with an air of eerie calmness, his silhouette dancing with the flickering candlelight. He gazed out at his captors with a manic glint in his eyes, savoring the charged atmosphere. "Seems we've hit a snag, haven't we?" he mused, leaning back and stretching lazily, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "But oh, the rumors swirling about dear Donny's disappearance. Quite the spectacle, wouldn't you agree?"
His voice was a blend of mockery and menace, reveling in the chaos he seemed to have orchestrated. He leaned forward abruptly, his eyes boring into the soldiers', causing them to flinch slightly. "You should see the look on your faces," he chuckled, leaning back once more, a cold smile spreading across his lips.
Futoria, with her piercing gaze and regal demeanor, took the reins of the interrogation, her words sharp as blades as she probed Titus for answers. "You seem rather jovial for someone in your predicament," she remarked, her voice laced with a frosty edge. She leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "Tell me, Titus, what role do you play in Donny's vanishing act?"