"Unfortunately, I'm sorry — even if you were to cut it into a thousand pieces, it wouldn't make a difference. Its body, even in this state, still maintains an invisible and intangible connection due to the properties of mana," Noctua said in a disheartened tone, sliding her finger along the book and digging her nail into the page. 'My successor shouldn't complain — I had to mend several torn pages myself.'
"Hmm… so that explains this situation," Edward muttered as he deflected the slime's fists, swatting its arm away with a single hand while keeping the other casually tucked inside his pocket.
'Huh? Can slimes even do that?' Noctua thought, confused, watching as the slime floated motionless in the sky, its arms attacking Edward relentlessly.
"He's replicating the rhythm of my punches… and gradually increasing it," Edward noted, sensing both the strength and speed of the attacks rising — and realizing that the arms were now multiplying.
