"Bang!"
Saphen was slammed straight to the floor by the mass of slime. It hardened into countless needle-sharp points, ready to drill straight into Saphen's brain.
Saphen struggled, but the strength of an ordinary person was almost meaningless before this thing.
In that razor-thin moment between life and death, the only thought in Saphen's mind was whether Vorthax would suffer, knowing that he himself was the cause of Saphen's death. Right after that came another thought. How many innocent people had Vorthax already killed, and how many more would he go on to kill?
Hadn't they… already promised each other?
Saphen turned his head to the side to avoid it, eyes squeezed shut. A single tear slipped down from the corner of his he.
Yet the pain he imagined never came.
The mindless slime suddenly softened the moment it touched Saphen's skin. It seemed to sense Saphen's tears and even began to wipe them away for he.
