The warmth engulfed me. It was like swimming in a hot spring. The mermaids liked it warm. Zaibas twisted in the water. She dodged a trident thrust at her. Her electricity crackled, but the water was so big, how far could it travel before it dissipated. I lunged my spear into the back of one mermaid.
She stiffened. Blood drifted from her. Two more twisted around to face me. They had purple and green hair that billowed about them, scales matching their tresses. They formed fresh tridents. Zaibas swam at one, hugging her by the neck. The trident buried into her flesh even as she fired her lightning into the mermaid.
The other drew back and threw her trident at me. The three-pronged spear hurtled through the water, a trail of bubbles behind it. I kicked hard to the right. It flashed past me. Bubbles burst from my mouth. I had to breathe.
She formed another one as if she hardened it out of the very water around us.
"Shadows flow and darkness sharpen, let the cunning of Lord Zuen stab!"
I shouted, unleashing my magic.
A blade of night flew from me through the water. Not as fast as it normally did, but she was in the process of drawing back her trident to throw it when it took her in between the breasts. Her eyes widened. She stared down at it protruding from her tits. Then she dissolved away.
I spun around to help Zaibas but...
I was all alone in the water.
I kicked for the surface, my lungs screaming. Spots of darkness danced across my vision. I clawed at the water, reaching for the top. Then I burst out with a mighty gasp of air. I sucked it in. Lana and Halia stared down at me, relief on their faces.
"Zaibas?" Lana asked, her voice tight.
I shook my head and swam for the controls. It was beneath the ladder. A wheel. I grabbed it, my feet treading water. How many of the enemy monster girls had we killed? I'd lost track. Did he have more to unleash? I didn't know.
I twisted the wheel.
The entire structure swung with a grinding that rumbled from deep in the water. It was slow, a ponderous turn as it twisted the weight of the bridge. Lana and Halia both stumbled for a moment before catching their balance.
The bridge aligned with the other door now.
I climbed out, panting. I spilled over the top of the bridge. Halia held my robes for me. She didn't say anything, but I could see the pain in her face. She had such compassion in her eyes. She had changed so much from that first day I'd met her.
No, she hadn't changed. I was just seeing the other side of her. Not the adventurer, but the woman. I nodded to her in thanks and slipped on the robe. I knotted it closed. I donned my breastplate and, without a word, we marched to the door.
Lana opened it with a smile. She tensed as she jerked it open. I expected the click. The firing of a thick bolt into her chest. But nothing. We had another stone corridor. Vines draped down the walls here.
I groaned in resignation.
Lana Fulmine fired a sweep of lightning from her wings. It crackled down the hallway. Her hair crackled as she did. Vines crisped. Parts burst into flames. She stepped out into the hallway, tense, walking before me, head moving.
Nothing attacked her.
Halia and I followed her. My wet boots crunched on crisping plants. Halia held her sword low and ready to slash at them. We moved slowly, cautiously, down the hallway. Nothing attacked us. We reached the door.
Heavy. Metal. Reinforced.
It felt important. I swallowed. The throne room lay beyond. I could feel it. Lana seized the handle. She yanked it open. It creaked upon a large room. The floor was a swirl of green and blue, small mosaic tiles that danced around each other to form intricate patterns that could only be realized from above. Several columns thrust up to the high ceiling. Vines grew across, forming a verdant spiderweb.
A man sat on a throne at the far end. He wore bluish armor that appeared to be made of scales like a fish. He had a warhammer across his lap, water dripping from the end of it. He smiled, his face a swarthy brown. Black hair spilled down around his youthful features.
Two monster girls flanked his throne. A naga with the lower half of a blue snake with white bands. Her hair fell about her lush and vicious face, matching her scales. She had no arms, her human torso as serpentine as her lower half. The second was a lean and feline monster girl. She had a pale body with black tiger stripes across it. Orange hair spilled down around her haughty and gorgeous face. Long whiskers thrust from her cheeks. She smiled, fangs flashing. Cat ears thrust above her head, triangular and twitching while a fuzzy tail swished behind her. She licked her lips, her hand lovingly resting on the dungeon builder's shoulder.
In the back, a cage held a huddle of village girls all wearing slips that barely covered their bodies.
Anger boiled through me. "I'm here for the girls!"
"Welcome, welcome," the dungeon builder said. He stood up, tall and strong. "I am Jindag. What an honor to host you."