Battle Strategist
The deeper the team ventured into the mountain, the farther they were from the crevice they had entered through.
At this point, if they encountered some terrifying magic beast, there was no turning back. It was either stand their ground and fight, or die a gruesome death.
There was no middle ground.
It took the team another 15 minutes before they finally stumbled on the venomous glider nest.
Suspended upside down from the cave ceiling, at least 25 of the bug creatures glared distastefully at their unwelcome guests.
Their triangular golden eyes displayed an eternal bloodlust that had been sowed and nurtured into their genetic material since time immemorial.
The cave was awash with the sound of their pincers opening and snapping shut, as if a prelude foreshadowing the students' demise.