As Titus and Hades made their way through the underground cave, a sense of unease settled over them as they noticed signs of recent activity. Footprints marred the dusty ground, and discarded supplies littered the path, evidence of someone's presence not long ago.
Hades's voice echoed in Titus's mind, cold and calculated. "If you can't find them, then you'll be found out," he warned, his words sending a chill down Titus's spine.
Titus clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan. "So help me!" he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice.
But Hades's response was dismissive, almost mocking. "Where's the fun in that, teammate?" he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You got yourself into this mess, Titus. Now it's up to you to find your own way out."
Titus gritted his teeth in frustration, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. He knew that he was running out of time, that he needed to find whoever had been in the cave before it was too late. But with Hades's taunts ringing in his ears, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in.
With a resigned sigh, Titus steeled himself for the task ahead, knowing that he would have to rely on his own wits and instincts to survive. As he and Hades continued their journey through the darkened caverns, he vowed to uncover the truth, no matter the cost. For if he failed, he knew that he would be condemned to a fate worse than death—a fate of eternal servitude to the darkness that now consumed him.
As Titus sprinted through the underground cave in his spider form, he felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins. The rush of wind against his skin, the rhythmic pounding of his eight legs against the rocky terrain—it was a sensation he had known since childhood, a feeling of freedom and power that only came when he was in his primal form.
With each leap and bound, Titus drank in the sights and sounds of his surroundings, feeling more alive than he had in years. The darkness that had once seemed suffocating now felt like a comforting embrace, a familiar presence that soothed his troubled mind.
As he slowed to a stop, Titus took a moment to survey his surroundings, his senses heightened in his shifter form. The dimly lit caverns stretched out before him, their twisting passageways filled with the promise of adventure and discovery.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Titus felt at peace, his mind clear and his heart light. In his shifter form, he was no longer bound by the constraints of his human existence, no longer shackled by the burdens of his past.
With a contented sigh, Titus allowed himself to bask in the warmth of the moment, knowing that he had found solace in the one place he had always felt truly at home—in the embrace of his primal form. And as he gazed out into the darkness, he felt a sense of gratitude wash over him, grateful for the gift of his shifter abilities, and the freedom they afforded him.
As Titus spotted the other six bullies who had been with Donny, a sinister grin spread across his monstrous visage. With a flick of his powerful limbs, he unleashed torrents of silk from his spinnerets, weaving them into thick strands that wrapped around the Titan bones littering the cave floor.
With a swift motion, Titus hurled the makeshift barricade through the cavern, blocking off the bullies' escape route with a wall of impenetrable bone and sinew. Panic-stricken, the cannon fodder began to yell for help, their voices echoing off the walls of the cave.
But their cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the oppressive silence of the underground depths. There would be no rescue, no salvation for those who had wronged Titus. They were trapped, ensnared in the web of their own making, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
As the moments passed, Titus watched with cold detachment as the bullies realized the futility of their plight. Their screams of terror mingled with the sound of snapping bone as they struggled against the unyielding barricade, but it was all in vain.
With silent grace, Titus sprang onto the ceiling, his eight legs gripping the rough surface with ease as he surveyed the group of bullies below. Selecting one from the back of the group, he unleashed a stream of sticky silk from his spinnerets, ensnaring the unsuspecting victim in a cocoon of webbing.
As the terrified bully struggled against his bonds, Titus injected him with a swarm of tiny spider eggs, each one pulsating with the promise of new life. With a malicious smirk, he dropped the hapless victim back into the midst of the group, watching with satisfaction as panic spread among his comrades.
But Titus was not done yet. With calculated precision, he wove intricate webs throughout the cavern, creating a labyrinth of silk that ensnared the bullies in a trap from which there was no escape. Each strand was infused with a venomous toxin, designed to induce a slow and agonizing death.
As the bullies thrashed and screamed, their struggles only served to tighten the webs around them, trapping them in a web of their own making. With each passing moment, their cries grew weaker, their bodies wracked with pain as the venom took hold.
Titus watched from his perch on the ceiling, a silent witness to their suffering. They had tormented him, bullied him, and now they were paying the price for their cruelty. And as their screams faded into the darkness, Titus felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him—a twisted kind of justice, served by the hand of the Arachnid Titan.
As the unfortunate bully impacted the ground, the force caused the eggs filled with baby spiders to crack open, spilling their contents onto the floor. With eerie swiftness, the tiny arachnids crawled out of the broken shells and began to swarm over the man's body.
At first, they appeared as nothing more than minuscule specks, barely visible to the naked eye. But as they feasted on the flesh of their host, they grew rapidly in size, their bodies expanding with each bite until they resembled poodle-sized mini spider titans.
Their sharp mandibles tore through flesh and bone with ease, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The man's screams of agony were drowned out by the chittering of the ravenous horde as they devoured him alive.
Titus watched from above, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of fascination and horror at the sight unfolding below. The baby spiders, now fully grown and hungry for more, turned their attention to the remaining bullies, their hunger insatiable.
With a shiver of revulsion, Titus turned away from the gruesome spectacle, knowing that he had unleashed a nightmare upon the world that could never be contained. The mini spider titans, born from the darkness of his own soul, were now free to wreak havoc upon the world, their hunger driving them to seek out new victims to devour.
And as he moved deeper into the cavern, Titus knew that the true horror was only just beginning. For the Arachnid Titan had awakened, and none would be able to escape its wrath.
As the group of bullies attempted to formulate a plan, desperation gnawed at their hearts like a relentless beast. Their weapons were nowhere to be found, lost amidst the chaos of their entrapment, and the spiders were already closing in, their relentless advance tearing through the silk webs that ensnared them.
Panic gripped the bullies, their voices rising in frantic whispers as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare unfolding around them. None of them had ever seen webs appear out of thin air, and the sudden appearance of the mini spider titans was a sight that filled them with dread.
"We need to get out of here!" one of the bullies shouted, his voice tinged with fear. "We have to find a way to break through these webs and get to safety!"
But their words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the relentless chittering of the approaching spiders. With each passing moment, their situation grew more dire, their chances of escape dwindling with every heartbeat.
As the first of the mini spider titans emerged from the shadows, its poodle-sized form looming over them like a harbinger of death, the bullies knew that their fate was sealed. They had underestimated the danger lurking within the darkness, and now they would pay the ultimate price for their arrogance.
With a final scream of terror, the bullies braced themselves for the onslaught, their futile struggles against the unyielding webs a stark reminder of their own mortality. And as the mini spider titans closed in for the kill, the cavern echoed with the sound of their cries, a haunting symphony of despair that would go unheard by anyone beyond the walls of the underground labyrinth.