"OH MY GOD!!"
Finn screamed, clutching the edges of Chestelle—who was still in chest form and plummeting like a meteor. Lickthorn hovered beside him, windblown and shrieking like a goblin in a washing machine.
They were heading directly toward Seraphina.
The Sacred Blades of Hope watched, frozen in wide-eyed horror. Ardin, meanwhile, was still busy wiping white slime off his armor, grumbling about "hero taxes" or something.
Seraphina turned just in time to scream, "BY THE HOLY OVARIES OF CELESTIA—!"
BOOM!
Chestelle slammed into the ground at full force, annihilating whatever poor slimes or anyone who were dumb enough to still be standing around.
Finn catapulted forward, tumbling like a sack of laundry off Chestelle and smacking the ground hard—probably breaking a pinky in the process.
"Ughhh," he groaned, writhing in pain.
But then… he saw it.
Just off to the right, standing proud, glistening under the dim bioluminescent slime-light—was the Slime Melo.
