A guttural shriek tore through the cavern, a sound so unnatural that it sent vibrations crawling up the walls of the cave. The voice was high-pitched, almost human, yet distorted, like a child's laughter warped into something grotesque. The source of the sound was a monster that even experienced Hunters whispered about with fear—the Twelve-Legged Spider Face.
Its nest was a suffocating labyrinth of silk. Thousands of webs stretched across the walls and ceiling, glistening with damp moisture. Suspended within them were corpses of monsters—goblins, horned wolves, and insectoids—drained completely dry, leaving only brittle husks behind. Each one was wrapped tight in the monster's silken bindings, like trophies dangling in perpetual mockery.
But now, the feared Dungeon Boss lay dead.
