Ahmed's heart nearly stopped as he burst through the trees, only to find his daughter standing amidst the corpses of several small spiders. Her small frame was heaving with exhaustion, her breath ragged, and blood trickled from a few shallow wounds on her arms and legs. But what caught his eye—what filled him with both pride and terror—was the look of fierce determination in her eyes. She had fought bravely, but she was hurt and clearly struggling.
In the distance, the massive form of the low-calamity spider loomed, its many eyes glinting with malevolent intelligence. The creature let out a deafening roar, its voice reverberating through the forest, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. Ahmed didn't hesitate. He tapped into the last reserves of his strength, moving faster than he had ever moved before. Just as the spider reared back and fired a glob of acidic webbing at his daughter, Ahmed swooped in, scooping her up in his arms and leaping out of the way.
