Logan recoiled, an arm rising to cover his nose as the creature fully emerged from the shadows. The massive green blob rippled with rot, its body a swirling mass of slime and decay. The stench hit like a punch to the gut.
He gagged. "Ugh—definitely not a normal slime…"
The monster let out a warbling shriek that echoed through the labyrinth chamber, vibrating with what seemed to be corrupted mana.
"Frost, blow it away with your coldest wind! Stormwing do your best as well! I can't breathe through this stench!"
Logan tugged Elarion's reins, guiding the unicorn back several meters. The last thing he needed was for the radiant steed to be caught in the cold or electric crosswinds or contaminated by the monster's aura.
Wyver, already in motion, unleashed Glacial Gale, his frosty breath blanketing the battlefield with a sub-zero blast that froze the air itself. Shards of frost spiraled outward, colliding with the sludge's outer membrane and halting its advance—but not its stench.
