The chamber was larger than the gallery, and Crawlers covered nearly every surface in it.
That was the first thing Harr understood before the rest of the scene made itself into something concrete.
Then he noticed the eggs.
Pale shells, thick and swollen, some rising as high as a soldier's chest. They sat in clustered groups across the chamber floor, leaving only narrow paths between them.
At the far end of the chamber, partly obscured by the egg clusters and the Crawlers moving among them, Harr saw something larger.
Far larger.
Its eight legs had dense pale fur that caught the torchlight differently from the pale smooth bodies of the creatures they had spent the last hours killing. Heavy curved mandibles worked against each other in a slow clicking rhythm, separate from the background noise in the chamber.
