The Werehouse, Mega-Mimic

A were-house? Are we absolutely positive this isn't a miscommunication? - Ida Holly

They say, on a full moon when the stars are dim from the countless lantern lights, deep in the city it stirs. A mimic, Unlike anything else, its hunger more ceaseless and driving. Worse still it never divides, never loses an ounce of mass just growing... and growing...

Its tendrils root into the sewers and latch onto the foundations of other buildings, Its teeth disguised as statues. Unblinking, Unsleeping, It waits for the perfect moment to strike.

The Werehouse.

This map was a challenge to create, I usually try and have a map finished weekly but I recently tested positive for Covid, which has made it a huge challenge. The term "Crushing Fatigue" proved very true for me. Hopefully, it will be easier next week, and after that, this will be a week in the past. Thanks for bearing with me!