The longer she stayed in the dungeon, the bigger it got.
Now the dungeon was lit with even more lamps and candles on the ceiling and the walls. But what she really noticed were the mimics.
Their eyes were adjusting to the new lighting, and they weren't hissing, unlike the ones in the diner on the third floor.
They're...changing alongside the dungeon.
Marron turned the Lieutenant's bone shard over in her hand before slipping it into her apron pocket.
Its surface was smooth, and the mimic runes were etched so deeply they pulsed with light, like the dwarven runes on the floor.
The bone shard felt warm.
Weirdly so.
It throbbed like a heartbeat, and she had the distinct impression it wasn't hers.
She hated relying on it, but she needed to know what this "protection" actually meant.
Would the other mimics obey her now? Would they back off? Or would it simply make her a bigger target?
Only one way to find out.
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