"So, you are the guests who wished to see me..."
A thundering voice echoed in Elion's ears, but its reverberations were hardly worth worrying about compared to its source.
A gargantuan yet beautiful arachnid loomed before him, the tenebrous magnificence of its body filling him with utter dread.
A bead of sweat formed on his brow, followed by a violent shiver.
'S-so, this is the master...'
Drawing a shallow breath, he offered a slight bow in her direction. "We greet the master," he said calmly, glancing around to see whether the others had done the same.
To his shock, they were all on their knees, though certainly not by choice. The master's oppressive presence had forced them down.
Elion managed a wry smile.
He was barely managing to remain standing himself, so it was a given that the others wouldn't cope. Worse still, he felt as though he were freezing.
The chamber was awfully cold.
