Maddy looked up. Her eyes widened as the village itself seemed to come alive with gelatinous hunger. Slimes of every conceivable element were closing in. They flooded the ground like a rising tide and clung to the roofs like heavy, melting shingles. They coated the walls in a shimmering, dangerous sludge.
Fire slimes hissed, ice slimes crackled, and mineral slimes rumbled like falling boulders. The air grew thick with the smell of ozone, sulfur, and stagnant water. They were no longer acting as scattered groups. Every slime in the village was now gathered in her immediate space, ready for war at their lone customer.
Maddy gripped her sword, the sheer scale of the "ingredients and squishy toys" before her reaching an overwhelming level.
"Okay... this is like a total nightmare for a mother whose child has an obsession with slimes. It's like Sephiran decided to decorate every single wall, floor, every little corner with them. This is the literal interpretation of that mess."
