The viscous tentacle wrapped tightly around Neros's arm.
The knight reacted instantly.
He drew his sword with his other hand.
SHING.
The blade sliced through the gelatinous mass. The tentacle fell to the ground.
"Don't cut it!" Max shouted.
Neros turned his head toward him.
"What?"
Max pointed at the giant slime.
"That's not a normal slime!"
He frowned.
"You can tell by the size."
The mass Neros had cut began to move.
The gel trembled. It swelled.
And then—
It took shape.
A new slime appeared on the ground.
This one was smaller, and its color was a deep red.
Dorian opened his eyes in surprise.
"I see…"
He tightened his grip on his staff.
"It's a reproductive slime."
Max looked at him.
"Reproductive?"
Dorian nodded.
"When you cut it, it splits."
He pointed at the red slime.
"The separated parts create new creatures."
Then he looked at the giant slime.
"Normally they can merge again whenever they want."
He paused.
"But they don't separate on their own."
