Having no idea Michael was watching over her like a guardian angel – or a guardian dark lord, Gaya focused on the task at hand.
She whistled again, a sharper, more urgent sound, and the slimes, sensing her command, began to swarm towards the approaching figures.
Slimes. They weren't exactly the most intimidating creatures. Low-level, practically mindless blobs of… well, slime. Most of them barely even registered on the cultivation scale, stuck at the Initiate Realm – the equivalent of magical toddlers.
But what they lacked in brains and brawn, they made up for in… numbers. And sheer, annoying persistence.
