Chapter 30

Ciniti, Kauja, and Vardarbiba were all dead.

“Lord Leo!” Rudsa screamed in my mind. “It’s a dwarf made of light att—”

Rudsa died.

“He glows!” Taktika cried, my stomach reeling.

Karsi died next. Then Taktika and Vacinsa. All of the red caps were dead. My stomach twisted in shock. I glanced around at my women who stared at me in confusion. My heart pounded so fast, my head throbbed from the rush of blood.

“A dwarf made of light just killed the red caps,” I groaned. “They died in less than a minute.”

“Shit,” Terra said, forming her hands into fists.

“A dwarf made of light?” whimpered Garnet.

“A saint,” Halia said, drawing Stormlight. She shot me a look. “You claimed the Goddess Sherida. So the God of Light has sent another saint. Like my father!”

“Shit,” I groaned. I had gained a lot of strength since then, but there were still only Halia, Kassie, my three companions, and me. “Shit, shit, shit.” I had to think. “Hagza! I need every flying monster girl sent to Outpost Alpha and winging to the dungeon I’m at right the fuck now! Every last one of them!”

“What?” asked Hagza. “Is this about the—”

“The Saint of Light is attacking us! Send them right the fuck now!”

Terror filled me. If I died, it was all over for us, the villagers of Astovin. I was in a dungeon. There was only one way out. One way, and it was through a Saint. He must be heading in as we speak. Would the flying monster girls even get here in time to do anything?

I had to think. It was so hard with fear squeezing about my heart.

I had to get my flying monster girls.

Priestess Lysila shuddered as Maya licked her pussy. The undine’s tongue felt just divine licking through her twat. The priestess moaned as her orgasm built and built. That wonderful climax would just burst through her.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she groaned. “Maya! Oh, Maya, you darling—”

“All flying monster girls, get to the nearest transport!” Lord Leo screamed in Priestess Lysila’s mind.

Maya gasped, her head snapping up from the priestess’s pussy, her body quivering. She heard it, too.

“The Saint of Light is attacking me in the dungeon!”

“A saint?” gasped the priestess. She sat up on the bridge in the Flooded Room. “Oh, they’re so rarely used. A handful of times in history.”

“This is our second,” Maya said. “Shit, this is so bad. Let’s get to the throne room.”

The two stood. Maya grabbed the priestess’s hand. She rushed down the bridge toward the door that led to a set of stairs. They burst through it and raced down the stairs to the Deep Labyrinth. They joined the flurry of activity. Werewolves snarled and darted about in their wolf forms. The animated armors charged about, weapons drawn. The yetis prowled, ready to inflict harm.

They reached the aerie and found it empty. All the monster girls that lived here, the thunderbirds, phoenixes, and hippogriffs had already left their perches and rushed through the doors that led to the most secure part of the dungeon.

The throne room.

They ran through the empty guard room. Then to the throne room itself. They reached it to find the other monster girls gathering around the map, staring at it like it would give them any help. Priestess Lysila and Maya reached it. They were staring at Outpost Alpha.

Monster girls were appearing there, a bloom of dots.