"You're weak. From the beginning until now, you were never able to fight me."
The giant spider's voice echoed through the space as Dylan's body swung upside down, suspended from the ceiling by thick strands of web.
The threads cut into his limbs, keeping him from falling as if he were nothing more than decoration.
Blood poured from the deep wound in his abdomen where a spider limb had pierced him. His breath came out ragged and uneven, each inhale burning his lungs as darkness crept at the edges of his vision.
He had fought. He really had.
Dylan had slashed again and again at the monster's limbs, pouring everything he had into each strike.
Yet every severed arm regenerated, splitting and growing back thicker than before, as if the creature had no end. His blade shattered repeatedly as he tried to cut through its neck, but the flesh refused to yield.
His blood was running out. His strength was fading.
