Witcher Contract: Giant Spider

The air in this cave is thick enough to taste, damp earth, old rot, and something...death

My boot slips on a wet rock, the sound echoing too loudly in the silence. I catch myself, my breath misting in the chill. Geralt would tell me to steady my heart. That the monster can hear it. But my heart is a drum, and I’m the one who chose to be here.

I tighten my grip on my steel sword.

Up ahead, the tunnel narrows, webbed with strands that glisten in the moonlight that slipped through the cracked ceiling.

Not normal spider-silk. These are thick as ropes, sticky with a venom that numbs the skin. I saw what was left of the trapper they sent in before me. He won’t be needing his payment.

A skittering sound. Not from ahead. From above.

I look up, my medallion trembling against my chest.

"Right then," I whisper to the darkness, to myself. "Let’s dance."

The cave seems to hold its breath with me.