Zenon's eyes widened. It was as if time had stopped.
His heart raced, pounding like a relentless drum. Cold sweat broke out, the chilling sensation contrasting sharply with the heat of the climb.
'This is…'
His limbs trembled, threatening to betray him as he fought to maintain his grip on the wall. Panic overwhelmed him, a suffocating weight bearing down on his chest, constricting his breath.
The four dreadful eyes seemed to pierce through his very soul, paralyzing him with fear. But deep within him, a primal instinct to survive came to life, urging him to act despite the terror that gripped him.
He knew that he had to keep moving or risk losing everything. And the Fourth-Rank won't allow that.
*Screech!*
Those three skulls screeched at his face, centimeters away from his eyes. Suddenly, those slow and heavy steps of the enormous spider became so fast that an earthquake traveled all around the Nest.
"Zenon! Climb!"
