Mist Arachne

Surprisingly, an hour has elapsed since Shye began his meandering journey through the misty forest, seeking an escape route. 

Despite the lingering sensation of being watched, no assailant had made a move.

Still, Shye couldn't calm down.

If anything, the alarm bells ringing inside his head had never been so loud, seemingly desperate as it tried to warn him of the impending yet unknown danger.

He could do nothing but remain vigilant as he braved the unsettling mist.

A few minutes later, he stumbled upon an area that sent shivers down his spine. 

The harrowing sight of what appeared to be hundreds of purple cocoons hanging on trees, infested with thousands of irregular flesh growths, gnawed at his sanity, while the repulsive smell of rot assaulted his olfactory senses.

Trembling in distress and fear, Shye carefully took a few steps back.