"Heads down! Backs to the wall!" the blonde woman ordered, her voice sharp and urgent.
The men scrambled for cover, pulling their helmets down, their bodies pressed against the crumbling brickwork. They scanned the rooftops, their weapons trained on the shadows, their senses on high alert.
Meanwhile, the slimes continued to advance, their numbers multiplying with an unnatural speed. For every slime they blasted apart, two more seemed to ooze out of the shadows, their gelatinous forms rippling and pulsating, their colors shifting and swirling like a psychedelic nightmare.
"What the hell…?" the burly man muttered, his eyes widening in alarm. "They're… they're multiplying! I've never seen them do that before!"
