The Spider rushed at me.
I barely twisted out of the way in time, the air slicing past my cheek as its massive leg crashed down where I had just been standing.
The force cracked the stone floor beneath me, sending a strain up my spine.
I stumbled, panting as my grip tightened around my dagger.
The other spiders were closing in. Their small legs scraping against the ground, filling the cave with an awful mixture of sounds.
My stomach twisted, but I couldn't afford to look away. If I did, I was dead.
The Tier 1 Scaled Spider was still weakened from my attacks—its joints injured—but that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous.
Even now, it stood between me and survival, its many eyes locked onto me with unrelenting anger.
Its fangs clattered, and then it lunged again.
I dove to the side, barely missing another strike.
My chest ached with every breath, and the pain from my previous injuries found theirs way back to me.
