The squelching of slime inside the cavern walls grew louder with every second, the muffled sound turning into something unmistakably clear.
Lysithea's gaze locked onto the small slime waterfall, her irises sharp and calculating, like she was analyzing whatever nightmare was coming for them.
Finn followed her eyes—and froze.
A dark silhouette emerged. A giant creature, taller than Lysithea, with four arms—two on each side. Each movement made the slime walls shudder. This was not good.
Finn swallowed hard. Sure, Lysithea had obliterated the last monstrosity in minutes—but this thing? It was huge. Huge. Tall, skeletal, and downright wrong-looking.
Then the cavern fell silent. The air thickened. Time seemed to slow down, stretching each heartbeat into an eternity—the calm before an impossible storm.
'Oh shit.'
SPLURGE!
