Who were you to turn down help?

You survey the rows of spiders, weighing your options. They were practically your arch nemeses by now, only heroes had caused you more woe. Then again, these spiders weren't those that had caused you so much trouble. These had bowed down to you from the beginning and you really did need minions...

Very well, spindly one. I accept your offer of servitude. You and your ilk shall serve me and exercise my will. A vibration travels through the ranks, probably fueled by excitement but it was difficult to tell, "Thank you, oh Great Flower. We ssshall ssserve to the bessst of our sssmall abilitiesss. What would you have usss do?"

Hm... Well, for now, You will guard my domain from trespassers and inform me of the activities taking place in the forest. You raise a vine regally, pointing back to your lair, With me, my minions! They scuttle excitedly over the ground and into the trees as you wade back to your base of operations, chuckling evilly to yourself and contemplating the best uses for your new servants.

You're not totally sure you can trust them yet so you'll be keeping a close eye on Miera, lest they get any ideas about vengeance for the genocide she wrought upon them. If they were any smarter than they looked they'd probably try and kill her for EXP, which honestly terrified you: the prospect of a monstrous spider supercharged by killing Miera made you vaguely queasy. Unfortunately that meant you'd probably be under house arrest indefinitely, or at least until you were certain of their loyalty.

Hopefully they'd bring you interesting news from around the forest, it was hard to snoop as a giant walking plant. Maybe it you held really still in a popular area you'd learn something but you didn't have time for that kind of thing anymore. You were a leader! A mastermind! Dare you say it, A BOSS.

You slip through the improvised wall of your lair feeling supremely confident and master of your domain. The feeling vanishes as a very awake Miera staggers to her feet before you, raising her hand in a claw-like gesture and giving you a grim smile through her messy hair. You freeze, torn between the practical need to drain her mana and the burning desire to dodge out of the way. Her mouth opens and her hand pulses a sickly green glow...