Finn finally pieced it together. The difference between Lysithea's slime and the "forgotten ones" wasn't just strength—it was composition.
Lysithea was pure slime. Smooth, acidic, almost clean in a way. Her attacks melted through anything like industrial-grade bleach if need be.
The "forgotten ones," though? They were made of rot—literal decomposition, waste, bacteria. Walking piles of sewage with teeth. Acidic, yes, but filthier in every possible sense.
And when the two met, they didn't cancel each other out. They coexisted. Watching Lysithea's slime burrow into that creature's body made it clear: pure slime didn't neutralize the rot, but it broke it apart, almost like bleach foaming up against mold. He could still see where the clean slime clung to the husk, while the corrupted parts dissolved into froth and pus.
'So just like purified water and tap water…' Finn rubbed his chin, satisfied with the comparison.
