Evolution

The cavernous throne room of the sixth layer was not crumbling despite the beating it had taken during the battle between the Great Ugor, the Daughter, the summoners, the underworlders, and the familiars. That would have been a disaster.

No, the cracking sound had come from the stone statue of a certain Millipede curled up next to the exit. Nessa shot up and ran over to her familiar. The nonchalance she held when thinking and looking at her familiar just now was completely gone with worry having taken its place.

Had the petrification won out? Had the Millipede succumbed?

However, Nessa's worry was needless.