As the group fanned out, they'd make quick discoveries around the room. Bridget's hunch was correct; some of these lost were indeed lying in wait. Most Lost simply get chopped or smashed up if they're truly corpses, slowly regenerating from their wounds. Living ones, however damaged they might appear, were often cleverly only pretending to be corpses. However Bridget would easily hear their death gurgles as her blade chopped through their bodies. Diamond's caution was also rewarded, and Delmina's guess was correct: the item laying on the ground was indeed a Vestige, and it was indeed trapped. Falling from the ceiling at the sound of the noise came a large purple ooze, bigger than the girls themselves. Grime masses, a common type of foe for the Revenants, but this particular specimen was far larger than the typical ones encountered by revenants. Perhaps a greater lost variant?

Questions and observation would have to hold. Though Bridget managed to make short work of the few who were attempting an ambush, upon the arrival of the Grime Slime, hissing could be heard as the other lost began to awaken. Thrall class, hardly a threat alone, which unfortunately meant that a large group was amassing. Bridget could see at least five begin to rise and those were just the ones she could see. The Grime Slime consumed a lost that was nearby, however realizing that it's true prey was not caught, it let out a strange but loud gurgle as it prepared to shoot it's toxic goop at Delmina.