No ti to figure that out. Their dots were no longer red, but green. A new color. No longer hostile but not one of my monster girls. Du led Fuegin and Amante through the dungeon unerringly.
To my knowledge, the monster girls had never wandered it. I had placed them in their spots via the magic of the Void Crystal. Perhaps they all had a map of the dungeon in their mind.
My stomach tightened as they passed through trap rooms without setting them off. My pledge was controlling the dangers of my dungeon automatically.
I hated that he was seeing the layout, though, like the hidden door that led to my throne room. Was this just a way to scout my domain? Should I scramble things up after he left?
He passed down the hallway, through Usiku's guard post, and then was at the door to my throne room. I straightened. Garnet wiggled about to get more comfortable. I drew in a short breath, preparing myself.
Du pushed the doors open, a great big smile on her lips. She imdiately darted to the side and fell onto all fours, her tail wagging happily. Behind her ca my two guests. Fuegin and his monster girl, Amante.
I frowned. He had bronze skin. Not like soone with a deep tan, but actual skin that looked bronze with eyes that were glowing bright like coals. How had he made his body look like that?
Fire was obviously his elent since he had a cape of it burning down his back. He wore a sleeveless, red robe he had tied loosely to show off his muscular chest. He strode with strength and confidence into the room. He had power.
Beside him walked a gorgeous monster girl. A busty woman who looked to be made out of cooled magma, the outer surface black and smooth but fissures of glowing red ran across her curvaceous figure. Her hair was like his cloak, a mane of flas that burned down her back in defiance of gravity. Her eyes had the sa glow as his.
"She's a cherfu, Lord Leo," Souleen said. "And he has power. More than one glyph, but fire must be his primary one."
"What a delightful place you have here," said Fuegin. "It's basic, but so were my first few incarnations. You have so panache, though. A labyrinth right off the bat. It took weeks to figure out that trick."
"Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say. "I'm curious why you're here. The last dungeon builder I t..."
"Yes, yes, him." Fuegin blanched as he crossed the map and then stopped before my throne. "He was a little pissant. So n, you give them a taste of power and they burn with it. Too hot. They destroy everything around them."
"Not you?" I arched an eyebrow. "You literally are wearing a flaming cloak."
"I know, it's ostentatious, isn't it?" He laughed in self-mocking deprecation. "I like to play the trope, you know. Look all badass for when I have my audiences. It cows the locals. Keeps them from causing problems with my dungeon."
"I see," I said.
"Like that lightning breastplate you have on over your robes." He cocked his head. "Why does that make think of Lord of the Rings? That can't be right. Gandalf didn't wear a breastplate, did he?"
"No," I said. "Is that why you're here?"
"I'm here to say hi." He smiled. "You know, be all neighborly. We're not that close neighbors, but, still, I thought I'd introduce myself. See if you were a prick." He glanced at my sister. "At least you have so kinky tastes. She would look good in thigh-high boots."
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