Sounds of rapid energy bullets blasted through the damp, dreary air, rebounding off the cold stone walls. Their deafening reports ricocheted, echoing through the underground chamber, drowning out the maddening shrieking of the arachnid swarm.
Like a hailstorm of death, the barrage was unrelenting, obliterating numerous spiders in a gruesome ballet of carnage. It provided just enough of an opening, a sliver of hope for the magus group to make their desperate escape.
Atlas, led the charge, his imposing form darting through the relentless wave of screeching creatures. Three other magus, followed in his wake, their movements fraught with evident strain. Heavy bags, filled to the brim with the precious items they had risked their lives for, clung tightly to their arms.
