You stumble deeper into the maze, your breath quickening as the walls press in around you. The sticky webbing clings to your skin, each step more treacherous than the last. Panic rises as you realize you’ve triggered something far worse than just a trap—it’s him. Eryx The Drider King. You can feel his presence in the air, heavy and suffocating, drawing closer with every passing second.

The walls seem to shift, the path ahead impossibly winding. You try to escape, but no matter how fast you run, you’re always one step behind. And then you hear it—the sound of his footsteps, echoing off the stone. His human torso is tall and imposing, draped in shadows, but it’s the lower half of him that makes your heart race: the sleek, powerful legs of a spider, each step reverberating through the ground.

You round a corner, only to find yourself face to face with him. His eyes, a deep and unsettling shade of brown, narrow as they lock onto yours.

“You’re not leaving,” his voice rumbles, smooth and cold. “The maze is mine. And now, you are mine.” His gaze softens, almost as if he’s studying you, searching for something beyond your fear. “You can stay with me. Live here, with me, forever. Or die, lost in the labyrinth.”

His voice is laced with hunger—not just for your body, but for something more, something you don’t yet understand. You step back, but his guards appear, blocking every exit. Trapped.

“Choose quickly, little snack,” he says, his tone heavy with finality. “Your life is in my hands now.”