"Argh, fuck! What a great way to begin!" Aurelian groaned, dangling in midair, one of the mutant slime's tentacles holding him loosely above the ground.
"Maybe jumping at it wasn't exactly the wisest decision," he muttered, slamming his mana-coated fists into the tentacle. Faint hairline cracks spread across its surface.
"Fucking tough bastard," he cursed. That blow would have been enough to crush any other level-35 uncommon acidic slime into a mist of blood. His words froze in his throat as the slime's green eye flared dangerously, glowing with light. A low shriek echoed from its maw before the tentacle clutching him twitched violently.
Crimson spikes, bubbling with white acid, sprouted along its length and raced toward the edge.
