They continued moving forward where the air smelt cleaner, though to Astor's nose, the air smelt foul whichever direction they followed. It was not long before they saw the horrific arachnid creature had forewarned about. They followed a path that led no way in particular and stopped at a dead-end. A foot further would lead them to a deadly fall. Below them was a large room filled with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of skeletons. There was an unsettling sound of crunching and gnawing from below, it was dimly lit, but as Astor's eyes adjusted, he could make out the eight-legged figures below them. The spiders were several feet in circumference, some so large that their legs alone were much larger than a man's. They each had eight beady red eyes that searched the room for remnants of flesh. Fortunately, the eyes could not search out Astor and Krecaher, who were high above looking down on the unsavoury scene. Krecaher led them back where they came and tried to find a new path. They allowed some time before they dared speak again so they could not be heard by the Gigantean tarantulas.