[How many passageways are available to her? They all seem equally confusing, but Lysithea does not hesitate in her choices, committing the direction of her travel to memory in case she has the opportunity to double back. Dark Spikes is used liberally to stall her pursuers, and she gains enough distance that at least momentarily, there are none within immediate sight.
She takes advantage of this brief moment to clamber down a set of stairs made of rusty iron and whirring gears and attempts to hide in a hollow underneath the stairway.
Her hair is too conspicuous. Once again, she veils herself in Miasma and holds her breath as footsteps echo overhead.]
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She takes advantage of this brief moment to clamber down a set of stairs made of rusty iron and whirring gears and attempts to hide in a hollow underneath the stairway.
Her hair is too conspicuous. Once again, she veils herself in Miasma and holds her breath as footsteps echo overhead.]