The observer was not impressed with the performance, if anything, it squashed the Black Slime until its core was nearly crushed and then resumed back to its apathetic stance. The creature wriggled and fled from its sight. Perhaps the searchers were simply lucky—it added into the factors of this place, but luck could only carry them so far.
What one needed here was Spells and Skills.
Except for the sudden attack of that thing from earlier, once again Timothy and Ellynn were travelling through the corridors without much of a problem. Although one could say that was a problem in of itself—it only added to the stress of both the young man and Half Elf. They were walking with their senses on full alert.
Their vision darted around their surroundings: walls, ceiling and floors were devoid of that black matter. Timothy held back himself from sighing in relief.
