Under the watchful gaze of twin moons, Feybreak Island whispers tales of crimson soil and silk-spun shadows. Here, amid the whispering dunes and jagged cliffs, a delicate terror awaits—Tarantriss. With its obsidian legs tracing patterns on vermilion earth and pink carapace shimmering like poisoned candy, this spider-like Pal embodies Palpagos' cruel elegance. Trainers speak in hushed tones of how its eight eyes glitter with primal intelligence before venomous fangs descend, a haunting dance where beauty and lethality intertwine. To seek Tarantriss is to court danger wrapped in velvet, a paradox that quickens the pulse even as frost gathers on one's spine.

The Crimson Pursuit: Hunting Grounds of Tarantriss

Like spilled wine staining the southeast archipelago, Feybreak Island bleeds with the essence of Tarantriss. Oh, the treachery of this land! Crimson earth crumbles beneath boots as level 50+ Pals stalk through geothermal mists, their breath frosting the air with menace. By daylight, Tarantriss patrols the island's heart, skittering across rust-colored plateaus where the very ground seems to pulse with dark energy. But when midnight cloaks the Dessicated Desert, a spectral ballet begins—dozens emerge from sandy tombs, their silhouettes weaving moonlit tapestries across the dunes. Have you ever felt such chilling awe? To stand where the desert exhales shadows and watch them coalesce into living nightmares?

Beware their wrath! These arachnid terrors attack without provocation, fangs dripping with malice. Only Dragon-type Pals—those scaled sovereigns of ancient power—can shatter their darkness. Even then, capture demands spheres kissed by legend; anything less shatters against their chitinous pride. How bitter the taste of failure when a Legendary Sphere cracks open like an egg, its light dying in the sand!

Silk and Shadow: Breeding the Unhatchable

Must one brave Feybreak's perils? Sometimes, destiny favors patience over valor. In hidden alcoves where sunlight fears to tread, Dark Eggs pulse with promise—obsidian shells veined with violet light. To cradle one is to hold a fragment of midnight itself, warm and humming with potential. Yet greater marvels unfold at the Breeding Farm, where fire meets water to birth impossibility:

First Parent	Second Parent
Flambelle	Faleris Aqua
Foxparks	Faleris Aqua
Kitsun	Celesdir
Mau	Bastigor

When the egg finally trembles—a hairline fracture spreading like hope—and tiny legs emerge, what joy rivals that first chirrup? To witness life born not from battle, but from alchemical love! Still, one wonders: does the bred Tarantriss lack the ferocity of its wild kin? That wildness forged in Feybreak's crucible?

Of Silk and Disappointment: The Plunder

Alas, victory over Tarantriss yields bittersweet rewards. Their corpses dissolve into Fiber—common as dust!—and Venom Gland. Such mediocrity! Why bleed for glands when Cawgnito scuttles in safer forests, freely offering identical prizes? Even the Ranch whispers betrayal: assign Caprity Noct to produce venom, but that elusive creature too dwells only on accursed Feybreak. One might weep at the irony—risking death for trinkets easily gathered elsewhere. Yet... perhaps the true prize isn't the loot, but the pride in conquering Palworld's beautiful monster?

Eight-Legged Symphony: Skills and Service

At dawn, Tarantriss transforms from nightmare to workhorse. Its Partner Skill—Tarantriss's Web—unlocks at level 28, demanding tribute:

Material	Amount
Leather	x30
Fiber	x50
Venom Gland	x30
Paldium Fragment	x40

Mounting this creature feels like riding living shadow—clumsy yet wondrous. Every four seconds, silk shoots forth: a grapple-line hurling you up cliffsides, turning verticality into playground. Who needs wings when spider-silk becomes your staircase?

At base, its Work Suitability paints a portrait of versatility:

Watching it harvest crops—fangs gently snipping stems, silk bundling produce—one marvels: how can those lethal limbs move with such grace? It hums while working, a vibration like purring thunder. Does it dream of Feybreak's crimson sands even as it serves?

The Titan's Lair: Alpha Tarantriss

But beyond mortal specimens lurks Alpha Boss Tarantriss—a behemoth whose footfalls quake the earth. Level 57. Coordinates -1342, -1428, northeast of Feybreak Shipwreck.

Approaching its lair, the air thickens with ozone and dread. Jetragon's flames or Silvegis's ice become necessary prayers against this living avalanche. When it rears—towering like a cathedral of chitin—even seasoned trainers taste fear. Yet triumph here... ah, that ecstasy! To bend a god to your will!

Frequently Asked Questions

1. Why risk Feybreak Island for Tarantriss when breeding exists?

Because some victories must be earned in blood and moonlight. The bred Pal lacks the wild one's ferocity—a subtle fire dimmed by sanctuary.

1. Is Tarantriss worth using as a mount?

For speed? Laughably no. But for vertical traversal? Its grapple transforms cliffs into doors. Where others climb, you ascend.

1. Can Venom Gland farming justify hunting Tarantriss?

Never. Seek Cawgnito in bamboo forests instead. Tarantriss's true value lies in its eerie beauty and work ethic, not its glands.

1. What team defeats Alpha Tarantriss most reliably?

Jetragon's dragonfire melts its resolve, while Xenogard's psychic onslaught shatters its focus. Never face it without Dragon or Psychic allies!

1. Does Tarantriss resent being assigned to farm work?

Observe it humming amidst tomatoes. Those eight eyes gleam with contentment. Perhaps labor is its meditation? Or is it plotting...