"How can this be... Why would adventurers target the entrance to the north? That place... haven't they not come there for a long time?"
Before its offspring reached that area, unknown little spiders had already spun thick webs there.
That was exactly why it chose that area as the outpost for developing a new nest.
The gray-shelled male spider crept low, burying its huge head even lower.
"I... don't know... But lately, that place seems to have become lively again!"
As it spoke, it seemed to remember something else and added.
"The previous 'great harvest' seems to be related to those adventurers!"
Alachinos's gaze darkened, with its crimson eyes flickering with a faint murderous intent.
Adventurers.
These people could've come earlier or later but chose to suddenly appear at this time.
For the Weaving Shadow Nest, which was actively expanding to the northern mountains, this was undoubtedly the worst news.
After a moment of contemplation, it gave an order.