There in the dark is a great malice. It is bent upon the small group of adventurers. She is a hungry malice. A malice within a fierce web, biding it’s time, waiting for one of the fools to stray, get caught so she can attack.
Hunger brays inside her giant black body, the anticipation is painful, for tonight, she dines on flesh of man. The rodents and insects will be safe awhile.