Deep within the first floor, in the secluded sector where stone still remembered the scent of Mana and dissolution, a lone creature dragged itself through the gloom.
-Shrrrr...
It was an [Argent-Scale], a serpentine being whose opalescent white scales were now marred by deep, weeping gashes.
Three silver eyes, usually glowing with predatory intelligence, were dim with pain and exhaustion.
"Ptsssss..."
Its belly was profoundly swollen, the life within it a heavy, precious burden.
She was expecting them to be born soon, but for that, she needed to survive.
A hunting pack of [Gnasher Rats] had cornered them, and only a desperate, costly blast of its innate frost magic had allowed it to escape, leaving it bleeding and lost.
Its home was destroyed by the unnatural predators who arrived in an area they should not have been in. There was something more to it as well... but the wounded creature could not understand the behaviors of rodents.
"Ptsssssss."
