The cavern trembled under the frenzy of the spider's movements. As if enraged by the horde's persistence, the massive creature shifted from defense to an all-out assault. Its eight legs moved with terrifying speed, skittering across the rocky floor, each step echoing like thunder. The horde braced themselves, weapons drawn, but the atmosphere had shifted. The spider was no longer retreating—it was hunting.
"Hold the line!" Volk bellowed, his voice booming over the chaos. "Don't let it divide us! Goblins, flank it! Ogres, back me up!"
The horde moved to obey, but the spider was faster. It surged forward with lightning speed, its legs slicing through the air like deadly scythes. The first victim was a goblin, who darted too close.
FWIP!
The goblin barely had time to scream as a thick strand of webbing shot from the spider's abdomen, wrapping around his torso. His comrades lunged to save him, but the spider yanked him away with a violent tug, dragging him into the shadows.
