As Logan continued slicing through the remains, he noticed Murk growing steadily with each chunk absorbed. The strange slime was now nearing level sixty—an absurd rate of evolution considering the short time they'd been on this floor.
The last chunks of the mini-boss twitched weakly, its stinking flesh hanging by threads.
"How about you swallow the rest?" Logan called out, watching Murk swell. "It's barely a match for you now."
The bloated slime jiggled in response before rolling forward with determination, absorbing the final hunks of corrupted sludge monster into its expanding mass. Its surface rippled, then stilled, as if digesting the battle inside its body.
Then came a second tremble—this one deliberate. Murk began to condense, shrinking and tightening its form. Logan blinked in surprise as the horrid stench that had clung to everything since they'd arrived started to fade.
He inhaled cautiously—twice—and then smiled.
