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A giant bat flew across the cavern toward the Mapwalker team. Its leathery wings were several meters across with ragged claws halfway along. Thick black fur covered its body but its face was hairless, pale skin, an abomination of ridges and scars, an upturned snout above a mouth of razor-sharp teeth. As it dived for the team, it raised its hind legs, each toe topped with a sharp blade to s***h its prey to pieces.
The Mapwalkers pressed themselves against the rock, making as small a target as possible. The bat’s claws scraped against the stone above, sending a shower of sparks down upon them.
As it flew past and wheeled up into the air, Sienna pushed off from the wall. “Run!”
A ripping sound echoed through the chamber, like flesh torn by a ravenous predator. The cocoons split apart a
