6 Trials of the Weavers: Part 4
Wretched thing.
Holly opened her eyes. The bugs were gone, her flesh was whole. The path was nowhere to be seen.
We are not Spiders. We do not Lie.
The mists slowly began to receed, drawing away like reverant priests. Holly stood up, her eyes scarcely believing what they were seeing.
We are Weavers, and we have tested you thrice.
The three figures were there, standing at the other side of a long bridge. The buzzing that had once filled her head now echoed from deep below in the chasm.
One final test awaits you.