![]() ![]() Seek out mist-shrouded rooms for additional protection!" "Attention everyone! The dungeon is under magical attack! Immediately vacate an area as soon as you detect scrying! Please find the nearest group of warlocks able to cast strong shielding spells and remain with them. Ami concentrated, feeling her left eye tingle as she activated her communication spell and projected a broadcast to all creatures within the dungeon. ![]() They only needed to know that there was actual danger. The trolls working the forges in the mainland parts of her dungeon should be able to detect hostile scrying on their own, given their particular abilities. As mere animals, they were low-priority targets. The giant flies were vacating the clammy, foggy areas on purpose, but she wasn't worried about them. Was anyone outside the areas she had remotely flooded with her protective mist? She quickly plucked Jadeite from Metallia's temple, where he was fishing for more youma minions, and deposited him in the library. With the lack of adrenaline flooding this body's system, a measure of calmness returned to her. An instant later, her perspective shifted and her consciousness settled within the borrowed form that welcomed her like a familiar, well-worn glove. It's creepy how much she's starting to resemble me, she noted with some uneasiness for the short moment she could see the black-striped, muscular body from the outside. "Right," she nodded, and grabbed the orange-skinned creature from her bed and gently landed her next to herself. Who should she- Tiger! She would be helpless if targeted within her cell, and letting the unstable youma just mix freely with the others was a recipe for disaster. If she died, those she was responsible for would be overrun by the enemy in short order. ![]() Egotistically prioritising her own well-being didn't come naturally to her, but in this case, her scar-faced adviser had a point. "Go possess something!"Īmi paused, her panicked train of thought momentarily derailed. "You have to make sure you are safe first and foremost," Cathy snapped at her pale Keeper, who was stepping from one foot on the other and shifting her weight as if she couldn't decide in which direction she should dash off first. ![]()
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