Without realizing it, Finn had been guided straight into a large open chamber. The shallow purple water here mixed with the dark murky sludge, swirling lazily from the slow movements of the slime-coated walls. A few dry patches of land broke the surface where the water couldn't reach.
Then he noticed them—dozens of purple-tinted slimes drifting idly in the water, rising and sinking in place like they were… excited. Like they had been waiting for him.
And then, in perfect unison, they began to sway rhythmically, as if performing some bizarre welcome dance just for him.
Finn almost smiled… almost. He quickly shook himself out of it, reminding himself I hate slime.
He was mid-snarl when he saw it.
A tall humanoid silhouette stood at the center of the chamber, staring right at him. His heart skipped.
The figure had to be at least two hundred thirteen centimeters tall—towering over him even at a distance.
