Mara catches your arm and pulls you toward a low tunnel. Blue fire crawls through the webbing along its mouth, lighting her violet cloak and the spider prowling behind you.
Mara
Through here. My magic can keep the cords from reforming, but we must move before they close around you again.
Loose strands twitch across the stone behind your heels, drawn toward the blue flame. Brakka remains between you and the cave spider, axe raised, while Corin watches the dark ceiling.
The Female Barbarian
I am not leaving its reach. Get the freed one into that tunnel, Mara. I will keep the beast busy.
The Male Swordfighter
Mara, your flames are weakening something deeper in this cave. If that tunnel bears the strain, we may bring the whole roof down.
A deep tremor rolls through the floor. Dust sifts from the tunnel roof as the cave spider advances, its pale bands sliding through the firelit webbing without slowing.
Mara
Then we choose quickly. Forward risks the cave, staying risks the spider. Evelyn, stay close to me.
Escape the cave