Dungeons, Citadel.
Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.
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Slowly, Lydia had become exhausted, so she sat slightly defeated as she watched Red, sniffing through the cold, iron bars of the cell. She couldn't help but marvel at Red's graceful curiosity, it probably thinks she might be able to fit through the bars like he had.
Red's delicate whiskers twitched as he explored the mysterious scent, its golden eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the narrow windows high above.
Suddenly, a subtle shift seemed to ripple through Red's sleek white fur.
Theodore. He caught his master's scent.
The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, Lydia's heart skipped a beat, before it resumed in an unfamiliar pace as she witnessed Red beginning to undergo a remarkable transformation.
What was happening? Lydia wondered.
