As the slime creatures finished twisting into grotesque, half-melted mockeries of humans, Finn jolted out of the room—yanking Seraphina by the hand to make sure she didn't fall behind.
Even then, she was struggling. Stumbling. Slowing him down.
Which meant it was time to pull out his special move: carrying her.
She was heavier than Majestria—which, in Finn's personal ranking system, was actually impressive. Did this mean Seraphina had a little more meat on her? This was a question for later… assuming they survived the next thirty seconds.
Bolting down the stairs, he threw Seraphina's arm over his shoulders like a soldier hauling a wounded comrade from the battlefield.
Behind them, the room erupted into a chorus of wet, meaty footsteps. The slime creatures weren't just chasing—they were pouring down the steps, running with jerky, mindless speed, their faces peeling and sliding apart like cursed analog horror footage.
