[ Zhongli nods his head in understanding as he uses his shield to crush two of the remaining bone spiders against the nearest wall. It was much more efficient than going after them one by one.

As for John's necromancy powers - look, Zhongli isn't one to find it strange that one could conjure tibias out of thin air when he has unintentionally forged an entire mountain range in his squabble with another god. To each their own affinities, and really was organic matter so different than the earth or water or wind. The fact that he is able to easily dismantle a bone construct of someone's else creation just attests to how attuned he is to such a subject.

Fascinating. ]

It seems Aetós's interests span far and wide in the subject of life, both artificial and artificially manipulated.

[ Zhongli takes a step closer to John the Archivist at the coughing fit, checking to make sure that it was nothing more than the sheer amount of dust in the air. Especially around John since he seemed to be the unfortunately preferred target. ]

Lesser threats that these may be---

[ A swooping gesture to the few final spiders that do not have the capacity to understand a tactical retreat. ]

Perhaps there is more to be found further in.