Grey's lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh, really? Then why were you toying around at the start of the fight? Was it just to sate your boredom?"
The slime faltered for a moment. It didn't reply, but Grey could sense the hesitation, a crack in its otherwise unyielding resolve.
"See?" Grey pressed. "You were bored. Admit it."
The silence stretched, and Grey pushed further. "It doesn't have to be like that anymore."
"It doesn't?" the slime replied, its tone laced with skepticism but tinged with curiosity.
Grey stretched his arms casually, masking the strain of the soul duel. His voice softened, but it carried a weight of confidence.
"If you accept me as your master, you'll see more than just this arena. You'll experience real action, adventure, and things you've never imagined."
The slime's aura flickered, wavering like a candle in the wind. It wasn't backing down, but it wasn't pushing forward anymore either.
