The bridge aligned with the other door now.
I climbed out, panting. I spilled over the top of the bridge. Halia held my robes for . She didn't say anything, but I could see the pain in her face. She had such compassion in her eyes. She had changed so much from that first day I'd t her.
No, she hadn't changed. I was just seeing the other side of her. Not the adventurer, but the woman. I nodded to her in thanks and slipped on the robe. I knotted it closed. I donned my breastplate and, without a word, we marched to the door.
Lana opened it with a smile. She tensed as she jerked it open. I expected the click. The firing of a thick bolt into her chest.
But nothing.
We had another stone corridor. Vines draped down the walls here.
I groaned in resignation.
Lana Fulmine fired a sweep of lightning from her wings. It crackled down the hallway. Her hair crackled as she did. Vines crisped. Parts burst into flas. She stepped out into the hallway, tense, walking before , head moving.
Nothing attacked her.
Halia and I followed her. My wet boots crunched on crisping plants. Halia held her sword low and ready to slash at them. We moved slowly, cautiously, down the hallway. Nothing attacked us. We reached the door.
Heavy. tal. Reinforced.
It felt important. I swallowed. The throne room lay beyond. I could feel it. Lana seized the handle. She yanked it open. It creaked upon a large room.
The floor was a swirl of green and blue, small mosaic tiles that danced around each other to form intricate patterns that could only be realized from above. Several columns thrust up to the high ceiling. Vines grew across, forming a verdant spiderweb.
A man sat on a throne at the far end. He wore bluish armor that appeared to be made of scales like a fish. He had a warhamr across his lap, water dripping from the end of it. He smiled, his face a swarthy brown. Black hair spilled down around his youthful features.
Two monster girls flanked his throne. A naga with the lower half of a blue snake with white bands. Her hair fell about her lush and vicious face, matching her scales. She had no arms, her human torso as serpentine as her lower half.
The second was a lean and feline monster girl. She had a pale body with black tiger stripes across it. Orange hair spilled down around her haughty and gorgeous face. Long whiskers thrust from her cheeks. She smiled, fangs flashing.
Cat ears thrust above her head, triangular and twitching while a fuzzy tail swished behind her. She licked her lips, her hand lovingly resting on the dungeon builder's shoulder.
In the back, a cage held a huddle of village girls all wearing slips that barely covered their bodies.
Anger boiled through . "I'm here for the girls!"
"Welco, welco," the dungeon builder said. He stood up, tall and strong. "I am Jindag. What an honor to host you."
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