Why? How?
These two questions Akiol asked himself. The Slime King was able to easily understand his confusion and answered, "When I reconstructed your body. It was made of my own slime, and thus a part of me remained."
Thus the how was answered. Akiol was unsure how to feel about this information. Was it intentional? What purpose did this serve? Once again he asked himself: Why?
This time the Slime King did not provide the answer. Instead he started to lecture, "Mana born one, you've lost what you are. Your battles are more of that of the bipedal. You've lost what it means to be a slime. Allow me to show you: how a slime fights!"
The Undead King rolled his shoulders, the ballooned muscle rippling as he flexed each muscle group, "A King of a dying species. I suppose I don't mind contributing to the extinction of slimes!"
"And a King of an already dead kind. You'll face your second and final death here Ghoul."
