We were at the twentieth boss level of the labyrinth. All nine of us, excluding the banshee, stepped foot in front of the gate. Upon scrutinising the design, I asked.
"Who wants to go in first?"
"Let us go over it," Elanor scowled and pushed the gates open.
As soon as we entered inside, the musty smell of slime surrounded our nostrils. I cursed loud enough for everyone to hear as I sniffed the foul odour.
Natalia, Izz, and Imra vomited at the side, unable to bear the horrifying stench inside the chamber. After regaining consciousness, they followed our group with clothing wrapped around their nose.
We strode forward and met our eyes with liquified goo scattered around the place. The acrid smell never left our nose, and the sight polluted our eyes. The emerald looking substance crawled like a baby, unsure where it headed. But as soon as a rock came into contact with the slime, the stone evaporated almost instantly.
