"Slime!"
The three Monster Lords' voices overlapped. Disbelief dripped in every syllable.
Their gazes locked on Lucien's translucent form and for a moment... even the Obsidian Tower's oppressive silence seemed to waver.
The Winged Goblin's wings twitched violently.
"Impossible. Slimes were wiped out ages ago. To see one here… this cannot be coincidence. Could this be the inheritance of the Primordial Slime hidden within this lesser world?"
The Magus Goblin's lips curled into a wicked grin. The glint in its eyes betrayed greed.
"A vessel immune to corruption… endlessly adaptive… this is beyond fortune. If our Primordial God possessed this body, He would not perish. He would be eternal. An incarnation that could never be destroyed!"
The Giant Goblin's voice came as a chorus of whispers.
"Human or Slime. Vessel or pretender. You are… dangerous."
They stared at Lucien's translucent form and the value they once placed on him as a mere specimen had multiplied beyond measure.
