Chapter 29: The stage is set.

With a swift movement, Anya lashed out, her fist connecting with Lena's stomach with a satisfying thud. Lena doubled over in pain again, gasping for breath as she crumpled to the ground. "You should not be worried about me, Lena," Anya spat, her voice cold and cutting. "You should be worried about yourself. After tonight, I am going to make sure your world crumbles to ash and that child of yours sleeps on the street," As Lena struggled on the ground to regain her composure, Anya words were like poisoned arrows aimed at her heart. With each insult, she delivered another blow, her anger fueling her actions until Lena lay on the floor, a broken and defeated figure in her black dress. Finally, after her outburst, Anya turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Lena crumpled on the floor behind her. As she made her way back to the party, a sense of liberation washed over her, but she was not done. If she knew the spider well, she would be back in her corner of the ceiling ve