Arthur's heart raced as his eyes fell upon the enigmatic creature that had materialized before him—a menacing Black Slime, oozing with a foreboding presence. His mind raced to comprehend the nature of this abomination, a being so steeped in darkness and decay. Questions swirled within him, demanding answers that seemed elusive.
It was then that his gaze settled upon a peculiar detail—a small, flickering nametag hovering just above the slime's gelatinous form. The words etched upon it revealed a chilling truth:
:: Black Ooze [Level 5] [Death-Elemental] ::
Curiosity mingled with a calm that, under normal circumstances, would have been replaced by sheer panic. Yet, Arthur found himself surprisingly composed, a testament to the changes that had befallen him—the transformation that had propelled him beyond the confines of his mortal existence.
