A violent shudder ran through Adam's massive frame as Ignis's powerful wings carried them deeper into the network of high, narrow tunnels. The adrenaline of the fight and escape was fading, leaving only the screaming reality of his injuries.

Lilith, now settled securely on Ignis's broad back, immediately got to work. Her human-like hands, pale and graceful, hovered over the worst of his wounds—the deep axe gash from Derek, the punctures from arrows and bolts. With a clinical, dispassionate focus, she began to channel her psychic energy, not as a blunt healing spell, but as a precise, surgical tool. She located the first embedded arrowhead near his neck.

"This will require extraction," she murmured, her voice a melodic, chilling contrast to the gore she was addressing. Her fingers found the shaft.

"Ahgg! Easy, Lilith… go slow," Adam grunted, his jaw clenching.

"Hehe, my apologies, Adam," she replied, but her beautiful, impassive face betrayed a flicker of something else—a faint, chilling smile in her crimson eyes. There was a dark, subtle pleasure in the intimacy of causing this necessary pain. With a swift, precise pull, she drew the arrow out, followed by a fresh welling of dark blood.

Adam hissed. "I didn't expect you to become an arachnid."

"The form… chose its instincts," Lilith said, examining the bloody arrowhead before discarding it into the darkness below. "My new synthesis grants me intuition for venom, curses, and… precise anatomical manipulationt." She moved to the next projectile.

Beside them, Ignis huffed, a warm, smoky breath washing over them. Her new voice was deeper, resonant with draconic power, but the eager pride was still there. "I got strong new skills too, Adam! My fire is hotter, way hotter! And I have an aura now—a Solar Corona—that burns things that get too close! I'm not just a drake anymore!"

A genuine, pained smile touched Adam's muzzle. "That's… incredible, Ignis. You both are. You saved us." He took a ragged breath as Lilith extracted another barb. "I'll evolve too. As soon as we're clear."

"Ehh?" Ignis's wingbeats faltered for a moment in surprise, causing them to dip in the tunnel before she corrected. "We're leaving? The dungeon?"

"Yeah," Adam stated, his voice firming with resolve. "We're getting out. It's the best way to lose our pursuers. They'll expect us to hide deeper, to nurse our wounds in the depths we know. They won't expect us to go to the one place we've never been: the surface. This dungeon is compromised. It's not safe anymore."

Lilith finished tying off a deep wound with a strand of her incredibly strong, sterile silk. "Those humans," she mused, her voice cold. "They were bold. To attack when we were wounded and vulnerable. It was… efficient. And infuriating."

"They were mean!" Ignis added, her draconic tone sulky. "We should go back and burn them all!"

"Revenge is a luxury," Adam said, though the promise of it burned in his own heart. "It can wait. Our priorities are survival, then power, then healing. In that order. First, we find a safe exit and a place to hide. Then, I evolve. And then…" He felt the quiet, sleeping presence nestled within his soul, fragile as a bubble. "Then we find a way to heal Alice. Nothing else matters until she's whole."

Ignis gave a firm, smoky snort of agreement, the warm air swirling in the dark tunnel. "You're right. Alice comes first. We'll burn anyone who gets in the way after she's better."

Lilith, having disposed of the last bloody arrowhead, tilted her head, her crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity. "A logical priority. But you said you 'hid' her. Where, precisely, is a void-panther stored?" Her tone was calm, but the question was pointed.

Adam shifted carefully, feeling the dull ache of his closing wounds. "In my soul. The Soul-Link... it created a conduit. When her core was breached, I opened my own spiritual core as a sanctuary. She's in there, sleeping. It's the safest place for her right now."

Lilith's eyes seemed to focus inward for a moment, contemplating. "Fascinating. A soul-based stasis. And since Ignis and I share a bond with you as well, would such a refuge accessible to us? In theory, it would be the ultimate tactical retreat."

Adam hadn't considered it. The idea was both strange and compelling. "I... don't know. It might be possible. Worth trying... if we ever get that desperate."

A fresh, sharp pain lanced through his side as Lilith probed a particularly deep puncture, making him flinch. "This is the last one," she announced, her voice holding a hint of that unsettling clinical pleasure. With a final, precise pull, she removed the final piece of shrapnel.

Adam sagged in relief, feeling the faint, warm tingle of his Blooming Vitality begin to knit the worst of the damage. It was a trickle, not a flood, but it was something.

"You are severely mana-depleted," Lilith observed, her hands now gently applying a cooling, numbing silk-web to the cleaned wounds. "Your regeneration is operating at minimal efficiency. You pushed yourself beyond all sustainable limits."

She reached out and lightly traced the jagged, broken stump of his horn. A flicker of something like respect crossed her beautiful features. "They broke your horn. We were... very close to annihilation. Closer than I care to admit. Your intervention, however reckless, was the only variable that allowed our evolution to complete."

"It's my job," Adam said simply, the weight of the statement hanging in the air. "To protect the party."

Just then, Ignis's head snapped forward, her draconic senses flaring. "Adam. Something ahead. It smells like smoke. And metal. And... humans. But they're not moving around much."

Adam pushed his pain aside and focused his Hunter's Tri-Sense. He felt it—a cluster of life signs, stationary, arranged in a deliberate pattern. The scents of cooked rations, oiled leather, and cold iron. The faint, vigilant hum of low-level ward magic.

"It's an outpost," Adam hissed quietly. "A forward camp or a supply depot. They've dug in."

Lilith's posture shifted subtly into a predator's readiness. "A direct confrontation is inadvisable in our state. What is your command?"

Adam's mind worked quickly. A fight would raise alarms, waste energy, and potentially reveal their direction. But his companions did not need to fight every guard dog they passed.

"We go over, under, or around. We don't engage," Adam decided. "Ignis, can you take us higher, follow the ceiling contours? Lilith, be ready with a sensory-dampening web if they have any detection magic that pierces my camouflage."

Ignis gave a determined grunt. "I can be quiet. Like a big, scaly shadow."

Lilith's fingers twitched, pale silk already glimmering at her fingertips. "A shroud of stillness and confusion. It will be my pleasure."

"Good," Adam said, gathering the last dregs of his willpower. "Let's vanish. We slip past their watch. Our fight isn't with this outpost. It's with getting Alice back, and getting strong enough to ensure no one can ever corner us like that again."

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