The hunters could collectively agree: Their path was perilous, be it heading forward or back along their own steps. This place seemed to house many more creatures than they had originally believed, but all they could be sure of were the Wolfwing and the Jailor. They had not seen the telltale light of the latter in a while, but that probably wouldn't mean they would be safe in here. And since the road forward held the promise of freedom, they chose to take it, no matter the unknown that awaited.

It didn't take them long to notice that the thin strands of webbing existed on this side as well, as they had to pull some of them off their faces. Nothing in here really seemed to react, however. Nothing moved in the roof, nor on the sides... at least not of the size of what could have created this bigger webbing. The room remained in the eerie silence, only to be broken by the occasional step of a human or a gust of wind.

And as they rounded the fourth corner, they got to see why. In middle of a grand cluster of webbing, from beyond which the light and wind came from, laid a broken and mutilated carcass of a giant spider. It was missing several of its legs and its abdomen was decisively torn open. There was no possibility of that thing still living. It's surface was coverer in smaller spiders crawling all along it, covering most of it in a fuzzy blanket of arachnids. Yes, these spiders seemed to have short, yet in some spots bright orange coloured fur on them.

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