Lilith's graceful form shifted as she contemplated, her psychic voice thoughtful. «It is... unusual. A Dungeon Lord of such described power would not carelessly abandon its clutch. Unless it was driven away, or lured by greater prey. Or perhaps... it considered the eggs themselves a secondary concern.»
"That's not a comforting thought," Adam replied, the scales along his back tightening slightly. "But you're right. We can't assume anything. If this white serpent is anything like the Arachnowyrm or worse, more intelligent—then it's not just a monster. It's a bitch. We need to be even more cautious."
Alice, who had been quietly listening while nuzzling against Adam's side, lifted her head. «There is another puzzle. How did this 'human,' being hunted by such a creature, end up here, in the web-larder of a different Dungeon Lord? Did he escape the serpent only to fall to the spider? Or was he... deliberately herded here?»
