Follower
*Boom!*
A giant block of earth crashed in a roof, plummeting through it with ease. A small wooden house at the mercy of Lara’s magic. The roof sunk and splintering bits of wood shot out of the debris.
A low groan resounded from the depths of the house, then a moment later blood seeped through the windows and flowed under the front door.
Lara nodded to herself, seeing that her guess was correct.
The house itself was a living mimic, a gut-filled mess of organs and teeth filled its insides, while the outside looked like a perfectly inviting house to come into, and it waited for an unwary adventurer to step inside.
The mimics were magic-immune, but these large slow-moving targets were an easy monster for Lara’s projectiles. To her, it was hardly training. She was merely grinding exp, giving her body the rest it needed.
A week had passed since the incident—the tresspass of Lannister into the mirror reality, and then the fall from the sky that wounded both of them.