Gales howled.
With a violent shudder, the already ruined wall before them came crashing down. A towering mutant lizardfolk emerged into view, while an exceptionally petite figure darted around him. She was so nimble that only afterimages could be seen as she moved, though faint, catlike sounds could still be heard whenever she attacked.
"Lulumiao! Stop playing around."
The High Priest stood calmly nearby. After a glance, she said slowly, "Finish this fellow off. We need to keep looking for the entrance to the Anti-Magic Prison."
Meow.
The petite figure landed and nodded. The next instant, three cold flashes appeared.
Terrible wounds opened across the mutant lizardfolk's chest, and he crashed to the ground. A closer look revealed that a blade had already pierced his heart.
"Lulumiao's getting stronger so quickly."
A rather delicate-looking girl in spotless white cleric robes stepped forward. She affectionately stroked Lulumiao's head, then gently pinched one of her furry ears and said with a soft laugh, "So cute!"
Lulumiao did not seem to enjoy having her ears pinched. She immediately hid behind the High Priest, poked her head out to look at the girl, and said quietly, "Your progress is what's really scary, Elder Sister Milan! You can already cast legendary divine magic!"
As she grew older, Lulumiao gradually began to display more lycanthrope traits. She also possessed another combat form: when she transformed into a lycanthrope, a pair of pointed fangs would show. As a feline lycanthrope, her combat talents closely resembled those of cats. Fighting was practically one of her instincts. Lulumiao had received the assassin-style training used by the drow, and combined with her feline gifts, it made her almost unstoppable.
"She's a Holy Spirit Cleric. She's not quite like ordinary mortals."
The High Priest glanced at Milan. Under her calm gaze,