Where did the elephant trunk come from? Where did it end? So many questions, so few answers.
But it came, and it did not end.
It came down like a whip, a very simple whip.
The Slime God, Change, had been standing angrily at the center of it all. He was in his true form here, not just some kind of humanoid manifestation.
No, positioned at the center of the universe was a massive blob of slime several galaxies wide.
The slime fist had come from it, and it had not even finished retracting when the elephant trunk slashed down from an impossible angle.
The slime fist was cut off from the main body, and the Slime God was left shriveling and screaming like the eldritch entity that he was.
The Elephant Trunk contained the power of the Rules in it. If it touched anything, the effect was never simple.
As Change would now discover, he was put in his own world of pain.
Rules manifested invisibly and invaded his true form, seeking to destroy him from the inside.
