The Support Ate it All

Its true identity was, of course, the dimensional crow.

The creature circled once through the air before settling on a branch of the ancient tree.

For beings that traveled dimensions, spatial dungeons like this one were both a homeland and a vacation retreat.

The Teleportation Labyrinth was no exception. The crows make their own hideouts in a few very remote rooms among the hundreds of rooms and stop by every now and then to rest.

Of course, this time, this dimensional crow hadn’t come to rest. It had sensed someone trespassing in its retreat and had come to investigate.

The creature before me looked slightly different from the “Tailor” I had encountered at the Rainbow Lake.

This one wore an old pointed hat on its head and held a crooked wooden staff in one hand.

The “Grand Sage Crow”.

Among the various kinds of dimensional crows, it was the most adept at magic.