If one was to strip the tower I was in, they would find both me and Sloan on opposite ends of the tower, on different floors.
While she sits down and meditates.
I am swaying side to side, avoiding the slime as they try to instinctively come to where the mana is the thickest.
The slime is either red or red with dark orange center-like nuclei.
There are not nearly as many as the ones on the seventieth floor but they are behaving differently.
When I lay eyes on the slime in a distance, they seem to be... fornicating.
They rub on each other and drip a red liquid that I have to watch out for.
The change in my artificial core from a jelly-like substance to a solid happens on the seventy-first floor.
By the time I reached the top of the stairs, it had completely hardened.
I don't hold back anymore and allow all the mana into both mana cores, thinning the pockets of world energy all over my body.
