The Obsidian Mines.
In a dark corner near the Slave Camp, unlit by any torches, a rock embedded in the wall suddenly shook and moved aside, revealing a pitch-black passage.
"Eeee-yaaa..."
A green Slime struggled to squeeze its head out, then with a POP, it shot out of the hole. It rolled several times on the rough ground until it hit the camp's wooden fence and stopped.
At the entrance to the hole, Little Fatty also poked out its Gel head, but it was much fatter than the Healer Slime. Its round bottom wriggled and struggled uselessly inside the hole, unable to get out, so it looked at the Healer Slime with a pitiful gaze.
'Brother, help me.'
The Healer Slime shook its slightly dazed head from the collision, hopped over with a SPLAT SPLAT, stuck to the other's body, and started pulling. At the same time, the two Beetles inside the hole desperately pushed Little Fatty's butt.
'One, two, three... PULL!'
The Healer Slime leaned its whole body back, pulling with all its might.
