Everyone agrees a slime is beneath notice, a smear on the floor, a trash mob not even worth the flame. That is exactly why no one realizes the gray-blue lump in the corner has eaten its way up from poison moss to monsters that level cities, absorbing every ability it swallows. But the more he evolves, the closer he creeps to a secret the Church will burn a continent to keep buried: what he is, and why a god built a trap shaped just for him.
Everyone agrees a slime is beneath notice, a smear on the floor, a trash mob not even worth the flame. That is exactly why no one realizes the gray-blue lump in the corner has eaten its way up from poison moss to monsters that level cities, absorbing every ability it swallows. But the more he evolves, the closer he creeps to a secret the Church will burn a continent to keep buried: what he is, and why a god built a trap shaped just for him.
Everyone agrees a slime is beneath notice, a smear on the floor, a trash mob not even worth the flame. That is exactly why no one realizes the gray-blue lump in the corner has eaten its way up from poison moss to monsters that level cities, absorbing every ability it swallows. But the more he evolves, the closer he creeps to a secret the Church will burn a continent to keep buried: what he is, and why a god built a trap shaped just for him.