ACT 11 : THE RETURNED LAMB AND A QUEST
As I was starting to leave, I heard Monica muttering something inaudible.
"....."
"What? Did you say something?", I asked in confusion.
"...Can you stay here a bit longer?"
***
The dungeon no longer whispered.
Silence had settled like dust - thick, reluctant to move, and not entirely gone.
Cracked stones lay in jagged heaps, the mist had faded into the walls, and the oppressive madness that once ruled this place now felt scared.
I sat near a half collapsed column, arms draped over my knees, still bleeding slightly from the cut on my cheek.
Across from me, Monica sat with her back against the wall.
Her beast form had faded entirely, leaving only the body of the girl behind - the girl who once looked like a lioness made of fire.
Now she just looked cold, and tired.
I decided to stay for a while, not because of her request, but because of the throbbing pain all over my body.
