The furious snowstorm cut through the secluded canyon entrance, with the howling wind echoing mournful hues.
A speeding snowmobile burst through the storm's barrier and entered the tranquil gorge.
The snowmobile stopped on the sparkling, pure white ground.
A middle-aged man who looked honest and dependable jumped down from the snowmobile. He walked toward the snow-white spider in front of him, now dead, piled up like a small mountain, blocking the entrance to the gorge.
He swallowed nervously.
At this moment, several young Wilderness Wanderers also jumped down from the snowmobile, looking up in shock at the massive carcass.
"Is this the Blood Spider?"
The leading young Wilderness Wanderer tilted his head back; he couldn't even take in the entirety of the colossal corpse with his gaze. He lowered his head to glance at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, somewhat dazedly, "Lord Wick, is this the Eagle?"
