"Did he just—?"
Grey muttered under his breath.
Finding it shocking and funny at the same time.
"You dumb slime!" Morthas roared, his voice like a thunderclap. "How dare you talk to the master like that? I'll kill you!" The towering warrior was furious, his face reddening as his muscles bulged with rage.
Viscereon, however, didn't seem phased. It calmly formed a blob-like arm, casually folding it in front of itself before turning away in a display of indifference.
"Whatever, man," it said, the slime's tone dripping with apathy.
Morthas blinked, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he processed what he'd just heard. "What did you say?" His voice shook with fury as he stomped forward, stepping up to the slime with a threatening growl. His hulking frame loomed over the small creature like a mountain.
The scene felt like a battle between an elephant and a rat—only this rat wasn't just any rat. This one was infuriating.
