"And not just that," Lyra continued, her voice lowering into a tense whisper that carried an eerie weight. "He's not acting alone. That demon brought others—demons who shapeshifted into dwarves. They walk among the people, wearing their faces, copying their voices. They pretend to be them… and when no one is looking, they kill the real dwarves."
Nolan's jaw tightened, the muscles along his neck tensing. "So those disappearances…"
"Yes," Lyra said softly, her expression falling with a somber heaviness. "The dwarves have been dying one by one… replaced."
She paused, a faint crease forming between her brows. "Well… that can be annoying. But Nolan, why can't you just shapeshift into the dwarf leader yourself? If you look exactly like him, you can lure the demon out or catch his servants off guard. Clear the room fast."
Nolan shook his head before she even finished, the answer already firm. "That won't work."
"Why?" Lyra asked, her frown deepening.
