It was already very late, and everyone was exhausted. We probably should have transferred to another safe room where it was drier, but the girls passed out almost as soon as the bags were down. The air wouldn’t last all night, but I suppose I could give them an hour or two before waking them up and transferring up to the fifth-floor safe room to rest. We had a hard day today.
This safe room retained the the of looking like the inside of a tree, although this one looked more like a hollowed-out log sitting on the bottom of the lake. The holes for entry and exit were notches in the wood where large branches had broken off at so point during the decay. The space we were in was a gap in the wood. The cover had been made of stone, however, giving away the true nature of this room.
As the girls slept, I took the ti to check the mural. It seed like there weren’t many details when it ca to this curse. That could be because the curse was extrely old. It seed to be depicting so kind of great battle between the humans and the blue-skinned race. Bodies littered the ground. That was all I was able to glean from this one. I just wish I knew what it ant.
If humans erged from the dungeons, did that an that humans weren’t native to this world? Were they similar to demons? If dungeon creatures erged from dungeons, and over ti their miasma was purified and they beca mana creatures, then was it possible there was a ti humans were the demons of this world? Did we co in the sa manner the demons did, and then wipe out the original inhabitants of this world? I didn’t want to believe it, but the lore of this dungeon seed to suggest this.
In that respect, was miasma even corrupted mana? Miasma could just be mana from another world. While I noticed miasma had a unique signature to it, there seed to be only one type of mana. Any special kind of mana seed to stem from so kind of talent. Fairy dust, spirit fire, and recently Terra revealed to that she had been able to produce Gaia. Shao could produce mana, but any mana she produced had a unique signature to it.
I hadn’t noticed it before, but when I first t her, the miasma she produced was not the sa miasma that I made. However, once she beca my slave, her miasma has sohow changed to fit . Now, if I produce miasma or she did, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in who it ca from. I had thought that miasma had so kind of life to it, that it recognized enemies and friends. Perhaps, what it was recognizing, was the source of the person in question.
Perhaps, the mana of this world would be miasma to another world. Perhaps creatures from another world would see us as the miasma creatures, and themselves as the mana users.
I shivered thinking about the possibilities of all of this. It looked like the nature of everything around dungeons was far more complicated than I ever could have imagined. Just as I was finishing up looking at the mural, I heard a shout. I spun around just in ti to see Miki plunge into the dark waters below. No, she didn’t plunge. She was pulled into it. Without a thought, I leaped into the water after her as the other girls let out cries of surprise.
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