Zev felt the greatest triumph he had ever experienced.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins, rising from his chest to his fingertips. His lips slowly curved into a smile.
The human-faced Rank I tarantula writhed violently. Shrill screams, filled with rage and hatred, burst from its mouth.
Its seven remaining legs pounded the ground like a wild drum, causing the dust covering the floor to vibrate.
Breathing heavily, Zev watched as the creature lunged at him. Its expression was strange, almost excited, with an unsettling gleam in its eyes, while the stench of decay and old blood filled his nostrils.
The attack was brutal.
The seven legs moved like uncontrolled blades.
But just as they were about to reach it, the creature's body shook violently. It lost its balance, tripped over its own legs, and fell to the ground like a grotesque, uncontrolled mass.
