Golden radiance flared around Dustin, making him look like a blazing sun hanging over the swamp.

Faced with Gore's crimson cage, Venom's vortex of hexspitters, and Grinder's hail of bone needles, he didn't back down. Instead, he stepped forward with a smirk.

"You really think these cheap tricks are going to work on me?"

Before the words fell, Dustin spread his arms wide open. In that instant, countless threads of golden light burst from his body, spreading outward in all directions like an enormous radiant web.

As Gore's cage began to close in, the golden threads whipped through the air and coiled around it. The seemingly indestructible blood tendrils shredded like brittle strands under the golden light.

Seeing that, his face twisted in shock. He tried to retract them, but the golden threads seemed almost alive as they raced along the tendrils toward his arm.

"Damn it!"

Gore's face turned pale. He desperately channeled his internal energy to sever the blood tendrils, but it was