Inside the biological spacecraft, there were circular grooves where the enslaved race's contact allowed the rescue team members to step in one by one. Upon contact, a large amount of sticky transparent liquid surged from the bottom, quickly enveloping them as if it were alive.
"What the hell is this stuff!"
The juvenile female Metallic Dragon, Yilan, looked disdainfully at these pits, seemingly a bit too cramped for her.
But the four circular grooves nearest to her fused together at a visibly rapid speed, forming an oversized pit large enough to accommodate Yilan, even tailored to her dragon contour.
"Don't struggle, they're harmless!"
The relevant reminder consciousness was transmitted over.
Sure enough, the liquid only covered up to the neck before stopping, like a transparent film coating the body, without affecting the normal movement of the torso and limbs.
