We cleared the third floor. We cleared the second floor.
We had twelve Monster Cores. We were rich.
"One more floor," Silas said, looking surprisingly confident. He was high on adrenaline. "Let's do the lobby."
"Wait," I said.
My [Architect's Eye] was pulsing. Not red. Gold.
There was something in the lobby. Something big.
I looked through the floorboards.
It was a Spider. But not flesh and blood. It was made of concrete and rebar. It had camouflaged itself against the rubble of the destroyed front desk.
[Rare Elite: Concrete Weaver (Lvl 8)]
"That's not a grunt," I whispered. "That's a mimic."
"We should go back up," Silas said, his confidence evaporating instantly.
"No," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "Look at it, Silas. It's made of concrete."
"So?"
"I'm an Architect. Concrete is my ammo."