Kaelen strained against the web.
His massive muscles bulged. His claws sawed at the white strands wrapped around his torso, his arms, his neck. But the web was so fucking strong that all his efforts were in vain. The blades of his axes, still strapped to his belt, couldn't reach the binding strands. His claws, sharp enough to rend steel, barely scratched the surface.
He growled in frustration but he soon stopped moving.
The darkness around him was absolute. Pitch black. Not even the glow of phosphorescent moss penetrated this deep. But Kaelen could feel the floor beneath him—slimy, wet, warm. It pulsed faintly, like something alive. Like something breathing.
Like something salivating on him.
His yellow eyes adjusted to the dark, but there was nothing to see. Just shadows upon shadows upon shadows.
And then he knew.
This must be the nest.
