It was always this damnable forest, always in amongst the gnarled roots that rumours of strong hollows emerged and quite frankly Millis was sick of it. Perhaps it was just is own dislike of the place, but the air in this area felt stagnant, like the very forest itself was standing poised to strike. Millis' tongue flashed over his lips as he trudged forward with his hands buried in his pockets.

After a few moments he came across something different, A single white thread running between the trees. This was good, this is what he was here for. Strumming the thread like substance with one finger he sauntered forward with a little more spring in his step.

As he followed the now multiple threads he caught glimpses of large sacks of the white thread high above the ground. That coupled the ever increasing stench of death was all the affirmation he needed. Eventually he came to the point where all the threads converged and even his poor sensory abilities could confirm the presence of his target. His smile approched a crescent moon shape as he spoke.

"I am Millis Veneno, and I'm here to crush the spider queen."

"Hm? Who dears knock on my doorstep and interrupt my nightly relaxation routine?" Spoke a voice feeling a strum of a single thread; most hollows don't seem to notice her defense perimeter of her territory, nor do they just casually strum it as most don't seem to notice when they touch it. The hollowed arachnoid opened its eyes, slowly rising itself from it's resting position. She could tell from a few more strands the fool was coming to her. "Maybe this will be an interesting night snack."She spoke to herself, looking around the darken hollow tree she formed as her home.
With a sigh, she moved effortlessly amongst the threads, remaining silent but quick stopping in a mass curtains of webs cast in dark shadows, blending perfectly with her sleek black-figure "Crush the spider queen? It has been a while since one has come this far, only one tends to, and she is slippery...However, you are not her."She replied, remaining in the shadows, allowing the threads to carry her voice, masking what direction the voice originally came from.