The liquid ran silver-grey and thick, and it moved like it was still deciding what to be.
Shapes surfaced and dissolved inside the flow: a coral spire, a stand of frozen pines, a sandstone archway, each one flickering into form and melting back down.
Through Alice's enhanced perception, Kaiden felt the sheer density of compressed mana inside it and understood.
'Liquid dungeon mass. Twenty dungeons, melted down and kept.' Everything the Kaiju had ever devoured was still inside it, rendered into raw material. 'That's not just blood but its hoard as well.'
The Kaiju howled again, and this time the sound carried a new intent.
Its chest heaved, and it vomited a river of the silver-grey liquid across the plain in a sweeping arc.
