Billions of black creepy crawlies were crawling across the walls. Dangling from the ceiling by single threads. Even the floor was rippling like waves under the wind's touch. Another sliver of fear soaked me to the bone. "Blasphemy! I wouldn't like to come face to face with their mother," I exclaimed in little more than a whisper, careful to not draw any attention to us. "Spiders spin their webs facing south," Max informed me. "Thanks for that great piece of information, but which way is south?" I questioned him deep in thought. "Don't tell me that you've already forgotten all about my superb sense of direction?" He asked me rhetorically. I could hit myself right about now. "Fine, we won't come face to face with their mother, but what about them? It's not like you can fly us through the emp
