Silently residing within the cold winds of an icy cavern, a small slime sat ever so lonely by the glacial ices that were protruding out from the wall. With the reflection of the slime reflecting upon the clear ice, the area seemed rather mystical.
"..."
Eyes still closed under the icy caverns, the quiet and almost peaceful landscape gave off a soothing feeling of calmness and peace to one's mind. However, even with the imagery of such a thing, the slime still felt unease.
"...ugh," the small slime—Rustly, uttered out in a hushed voice. "What happened...?" Upon opening his eyes that were once closed, he was greeted by an unfamiliar surrounding. "Huh...? Where... Am I?"
Confused and seemingly scared, Rustly took a calm breath as he attempted to remember what had happened before he had arrived here. But, despite trying hard to recall—all that he could remember was a blurred chapel with constant shouts and screams as if a battle had occurred there.
