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CHAPTER THREE Switch covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “Is he … is he dead?” Arachnid landed on the floor, picked up the web ball, and turned it over in his hands without any sort of hesitation or caution. “No, but the webbing I coated him in is very damp and wet. It’s cut him off from oxygen, so he can’t create any flames in there and won’t be able to create any fire at all until the webbing dissolves, by which time he will probably be in a prison cell in Ultimate Max designed for someone with his kind of powers.” “If he doesn’t have access to oxygen, doesn’t that mean he’s dead?” said Bait. “I don’t see how anyone could survive without it.” Arachnid shrugged. “Who knows? Superhumans actually do have different biology from normal humans, unlike what the Neo-Visionists love to tell the