Dungeon Diving 204 (Dungeon Diving, #8)

by Bruce Sentar

"I think you may have just created another race that now has horror stories about a red blur that destroys their people."

"The elves completely exaggerated that, and the naga are so violent they probably worship me rather than fear me." She glanced to the side, something suddenly occurring to her. "We can talk to the naga now.”

"I just need you to look real scary for a minute." I moved to the side of the portal. "I can do that." Crimson hopped through my portal, doing a quick glance around at all of the naga present before red sparks began flashing around her. The naga evaluated Crimson with wide eyes, making more noise. “They no longer wish to call your bluff,” Slytha replied, sounding somewhat stunned. “But they would like for you to send the blood-drenched one back." She pointed at Crimson. “I would also like it. The stories make me want to return to my spawning pool.” It seemed that Crimson had infected yet another race with horror stories based on her. Then again, that rampage of hers through the naga section of the dungeon was probably gruesome.