'What the hell… The Horrors aren't stopping?'
I found myself descending towards the shattered leftovers of the eggs, treading upon some slippery substances as I approached a mound of these eggs.
There are too many of them, too many even to start counting.
The reason I realized I was in a spider's lair was the abundance of egg carcasses—some perished before hatching, others likely preyed upon, and a few briefly lived but didn't last. Each carcass that I saw bore the distinct shape of a spider's body.
However, I couldn't care less. All that occupied my mind was finding water and escaping this shit mountain full of Horrors.
Crack—!
Despite my efforts to move cautiously, the eggshells inevitably made noise with each step. Nonetheless, I paid no attention and pressed forward, determined to keep moving without pause.
