The reddish glow pulsed again, spreading tendrils of light along Mara's palm, curling outward like living veins. Both Cassandra and Mara stared in stunned silence, the only sound the faint hum of the slime itself.
Mara was the first to break the silence, her voice trembling. "What... is that?"
"Mara... I think—I think it's slime." Cassandra replied, her voice trembling.
"Slime... How?"
Mara turned her hand slightly, watching as the substance shifted with her movements, forming into a small, quivering sphere. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Cassandra's heart skipped a beat. The memory hit her like a thunderclap. She'd seen this before, and only from one person.
"Red slime," Cassandra whispered, her tone urgent. "Zafron." Her eyes locked onto Mara's, searching for some confirmation. "You know this, don't you? You remember Zafron's powers. I have green but he has red!"
