Kit was going to say ‘scary’.
But at the same time, she felt good. She didn’t feel that scared right now. And the chill of the dungeon was gone thanks to her new fur. This was some kind of dark magic, no doubt. And it fascinated Kit.
Perhaps the answer to what this was lies in these books, thought Kit.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay!” Marceline said, patting her companion’s shoulder, not giving up on her countercurses despite how ineffective they were.
“Yeah, okay,” Ryan added, his eyes glancing down to watch Kit’s feet burst out of the ends of her cheaply made boots.
They looked like large rat feet, the kind the group was well acquainted with. Kit was now one of the ratpeople that they had once cleared from a swamp raiding a farm nearby. Ryan had no doubt in his mind. Sure, not an exact copy of one of them. But the same species at least. He would recognize those feet anywhere.
“You mean it?” Kit said, large ears flicking as she looked back and forth between her two friends.
They didn’t have a chance to reply. Without warning to any but Kit, a nearby bookshelf was toppled over from behind. It made visible a wide tunnel to follow ...
... along with a small group of rats just like Kit. They came rushing out, chittering as they brandished their weapons.