Its body was a fusion of deep red and sickly green, colors that seemed to shimmer and pulse with a life of their own, creating an almost hypnotic effect.
The creature's enormous, multifaceted eyes glimmered with malevolence, and each of its eight long, spindly legs ended in sharp, talons, poised to strike.
The sheer size and power of this monstrous Arachnid dominated the battlefield, dwarfing not just Ron's forces but also casting a long, dark shadow over the remnants of his troops.
When the monstrous spider appeared on the field, Ron could feel the immense pressure it was emitting through the screens.
He immediately cast his appraisal skill on the massive creature. As the appraisal results appeared, Ron's expression changed for the first time since becoming a Dungeon Master.
His face paled, and he stood abruptly from his throne. His heart pounded, and his mouth hung open as he tightly clenched his fists, staring at the results:
