Web

The realization struck Volk like a thunderclap, freezing him in place. His sharp gaze darted over his surroundings, and the mist that had seemed so endless began to shift, revealing threads of a glistening, sticky substance that crisscrossed the air. It wasn't just mist. It was a web—an enormous, sprawling web. His breath caught as he finally understood: they had walked into a trap the moment they entered the cave.

The sounds of the mist, the roars of distant creatures, even the oppressive silence—it had all been a façade, a sinister orchestration of illusions meant to disorient and corral them like prey. The spider's lair wasn't just the cave; it was the entire mist-shrouded mountain.