The Arms That Howl

“Million glass piercings,
For miles, the very land stirs,
Myriapod brothers in hordes,
Is this the dark world?”

The sights from El’Shem’Kri Spire haunted Meln’k. Even a spider can have nightmares.

Meln’k went to the Inevitable Call for peace. For a chance to rid herself of the truth, escaping into the bliss that is blackness between existences.

Unfortunately for her, her tale is not yet over. That day is for me to decide.

Thus far you have seen half of her great riddle. I decreed that when it was solved, she would have her escape. But none have solved it yet…for its solution is not merely one phrase or idea. Four secrets are tangled within its quatrains. Only when all four are unraveled shall the Spider Prophetess know peace.