The colossal Slime Lord suddenly burst apart, splitting into four elite slimes. The abrupt transformation caught the unprepared party off guard. For a moment, they stood frozen, eyes wide with surprise—until instinct took over and they bolted toward Ryan.
Their intention was clear: get the tank to pull aggro—fast.
Ryan smiled to himself.
The instant the Slime Lord had collapsed, he could've intercepted the elites before they got anywhere near the group. His timing and positioning were perfect. But something mischievous held him back. He watched, amused, as the four elite slimes surged toward his scrambling teammates.
Let's see how they handle a little pressure.
And to his satisfaction, they handled it well.
Rather than scatter in panic and make the fight ten times harder, they converged around him. Their first instinct had been to group up behind the tank. Not bad.
"Group up!" Ryan shouted, watching them dodge each incoming attack with practiced precision.
