Screeching and waving their legs wildly at the sight of the firestorm, the majority of the horde covering the entrance hall backed off. Some were unfazed and continued to charge forward, never to be seen again save for eventual ash on the ground.

For now at least, the acromantulas were kept at bay long enough for their prey to escape inside the Great Hall.

But they would be watching with their dark beady eyes and waiting with clicking pincers. Waiting, watching, and searching for their next opportunity.