Trawerr felt his breathing fail. The heavy air of the underground hall seemed to poison his lungs with each inhalation, and the massive presence of the giant spider before them only exacerbated the feeling of suffocation. He tried to push away the growing fear in his chest, but the crimson glow in the creature's eyes paralyzed him, as if it were draining his will.
Wanda, on the other hand, stood firm. Despite the sweat dripping down her forehead, she held her sword with determination. The confidence in her voice, still echoing in her mind, was the only thing keeping Trawerr grounded in this reality.
"Together," she had said, and he knew she was right.
