The spider silk was woven tightly, forming a circular tunnel with narrow gaps within the webbed walls.
Through those small openings, Thoren could see weaker Purple Arachnes inside.
So of them were asleep, while others moved lazily or played among themselves.
They appeared relaxed and unaware.
However, the mont they noticed his presence, everything changed.
Their bodies stiffened.
Their movents halted.
Then, one by one, they began to stir.
They crawled out from their nests, erging from the gaps in the webbed walls.
Their fangs were exposed as they faced him. Their eyes glowed faintly with hostility.
More continued to erge with each passing second. Their numbers increased steadily.
Screeching sounds echoed from every direction.
The noise was sharp and unsettling.
The Arachnes surrounded him but did not attack imdiately.
They remained tense, poised to strike.
It was as though sothing held them back.
So of them were not fully ford.
Their bodies appeared incomplete and distorted. They were grotesque and disturbing to look at.
Their limbs twitched unnaturally. Their features were twisted into unsettling shapes.
Despite this, Thoren showed no fear.
His expression remained calm and composed. He did not understand why they hesitated.
Yet he did not care.
He continued moving forward without slowing his pace.
As he advanced deeper, the scene gradually changed.
The walls of silk thickened around him.
The air felt heavier.
Above him, nurous human bodies hung suspended within layers of webbing.
They swayed gently from side to side.
So of them were motionless.
Others twitched faintly.
Small spiders crawled across their bodies.
They fed without restraint.
The sight was horrifying.
Yet Thoren did not stop.
He walked forward steadily.
His steps remained firm.
Above him, hundreds of human bodies were wrapped in silk.
They dangled in silence.
He could not tell whether they were alive or dead.
Still, he did not hesitate.
He continued deeper into the tunnel.
The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.
The air felt suffocating.
A heavy pressure weighed against his senses.
Being surrounded by countless spiders created an overwhelming presence.
It was not a pleasant experience.
Yet his resolve did not waver.
His heart remained firm.
His mind remained focused.
He knew one thing clearly.
If he managed to leave the Purple Arachnes hive alive, his strength would increase significantly.
That single thought fueled his determination.
It pushed him forward despite the danger.
Suddenly, he ca to a halt.
His gaze fixed on the scene ahead.
The thick webbing began to thin out.
Only a few strands remained in the area before him.
However, what lay beyond was far more dangerous.
Hundreds of Purple Arachnes stood ahead.
They filled the space completely. Their formation was tight and organized.
It was clear that they had been waiting.
And indeed, they had been waiting for him.
This was their domain.
They had prepared themselves for his arrival.
Their eyes locked onto him. Every gaze was filled with hostility and malice.
Their intelligence was evident in their coordination.
A heavy silence settled between both sides.
It was suffocating.
It pressed against the mind.
The stillness felt unnatural.
Ti seed to slow.
Then his attention shifted.
At the front of the group stood a larger Purple Arachne.
Her presence was distinct. Her upper body was more refined than the others.
Her features were sharper.
Her figure carried an unnatural allure. Long dark hair flowed down her back. It shimred faintly under the dim light.
If not for her monstrous lower body, she could have been considered beautiful.
However, her true nature was undeniable.
What truly caught Thoren’s attention was her strength.
[Purple Arachness (Elite)]
[Level: 25]
[...]
The Elite Purple Arachne stared directly at Thoren.
Her gaze shifted briefly toward the undead surrounding him.
For a mont, a trace of human emotion appeared on her face.
Then it faded.
It was replaced by cold disdain.
Screech! Screech!
She released a piercing cry.
Her arm extended forward as she pointed at Thoren.
At once, the entire swarm reacted.
They echoed her command with loud screeches.
Then they surged forward.
They rushed toward him like a tidal wave.
Their movent was swift and coordinated.
Their killing intent filled the space.
Thoren watched them without flinching.
His eyes burned with intense battle spirit.
This was the confrontation he had been anticipating.
He had prepared himself ntally for this mont.
Without hesitation, he opened his undead space.
He had never feared battle.
He thrived within it.
The chaos of combat energized him.
The sound of battle stirred his soul.
He longed for it.
This was where his strength shone.
This was where his talent revealed its true power.
This was where he would prove himself.
He was not an ordinary human.
He was a necromancer unlike any other.
Overwhelming numbers might intimidate others.
But not him.
He had earned his title through countless battles.
He had walked through death and erged stronger.
And now, the Purple Arachnes would learn who he was.
From the depths of his undead space, his army erged.
Hundreds of undead creatures stepped forward.
Massive undead beasts filled the tunnel.
Their towering forms nearly reached the ceiling.
The confined space quickly beca crowded.
A dense aura of death energy spread outward.
Their hollow eyes burned with fierce soul fire.
Anyone who looked into them would feel a chill.
The presence of the undead was overwhelming.
Even the charging Arachnes faltered slightly.
The Elite Purple Arachne narrowed her eyes.
A flicker of concern appeared in her expression.
Yet she did not stop.
Her eight limbs propelled her forward at great speed.
She led the charge without hesitation.
Unbeknownst to her, Thoren had already marked her as his primary target.
In his eyes, she was the greatest threat.
Yet his focus did not slow his actions.
Within seconds, more undead filled the tunnel.
Their numbers continued to grow. The space trembled under their presence.
Among them, the four Gravemind Devourers stood out.
Their massive brain heads were terrifying. They moved to the side where Thoren assigned them a clear role.
They would control the undead servants to handle the weaker enemies while Thoren would face the strongest opponent himself.
His gaze locked onto the Elite Purple Arachne.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, then his expression turned cold.
"Kill," he commanded silently.
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