Lily's eyes narrowed as she focused on her brother, Arthur. Despite the overwhelming number of slimes surrounding him, there was no trace of panic or desperation on his face. In fact, it was the exact opposite—Arthur seemed calm, collected, and almost... analytical. The slimes should have been overwhelming, especially with the [Life Slime] continually healing them, but Arthur moved with precision, his hands flicking out in controlled motions, each one accompanied by a blinding flash of light as a [Mini-Sun] obliterated another slime.
Yet, instead of eliminating the [Life Slime] first, which any seasoned fighter would instinctively do, Arthur was systematically wiping out the other slimes. Lily found this odd, even a bit unsettling. The [Life Slime] was supposed to be the key to this fight, the linchpin that held the entire horde together. But Arthur had ignored it, allowing it to continue its frantic healing efforts.
