As they stood in the open chamber, Finn couldn't shake the crawling sensation running down his spine. He already felt uneasy just stepping into this room—now that unease was beginning to twist into a full-body sense of dread.
They had started combing the area for Slime Melo. Based on Lickthorn's earlier description, they shouldn't be hard to spot. Blue bean-flowers on stems. Weird, but doable.
Honestly, what shocked Finn more was that Lickthorn hadn't said anything sexual about them.
A miracle in and of itself.
So the group fanned out, checking every wall, every corner, every bubbling puddle of goo.
'Please, just let us find it and get the hell out of here.' Finn prayed silently, stepping over a slime puddle that winked at him. He ignored it.
The deeper they went, the slimier things got. They passed a larger body of slime—almost like a pond—and a few sentient-looking blobs wiggled nearby but didn't seem too concerned with the party's presence.
