The spider silk was woven tightly, forming a circular tunnel with narrow gaps within the webbed walls.
Through those small openings, Thoren could see weaker Purple Arachnes inside.
Some of them were asleep, while others moved lazily or played among themselves.
They appeared relaxed and unaware.
However, the moment they noticed his presence, everything changed.
Their bodies stiffened.
Their movements halted.
Then, one by one, they began to stir.
They crawled out from their nests, emerging from the gaps in the webbed walls.
Their fangs were exposed as they faced him. Their eyes glowed faintly with hostility.
More continued to emerge with each passing second. Their numbers increased steadily.
Screeching sounds echoed from every direction.
The noise was sharp and unsettling.
The Arachnes surrounded him but did not attack immediately.
They remained tense, poised to strike.
It was as though something held them back.
Some of them were not fully formed.
