The Slime of Chaos.
Damian looked over this being closely, and by presence alone, he was an astounding creature.
Masamuk looked so small sitting there on his golden lotus throne. Barely the size of a man's torso. A simple round shape that should have been harmless, even laughable compared to the massive predators that surrounded the lake.
And yet...
Damian felt he was looking at something even more dangerous than the Inkanyamba.
An obsidian slime that shone like an ancestral star!
The stellar blue points within that dark body pulsed with rhythms that seemed to match heartbeats he couldn't hear. The crimson eyes burned with intelligence that went beyond mere cunning. And that cold smile never wavered, never faltered, as if it had been carved there by forces that predated expression itself.
The eyes of this being were heavy.
And at this time, the other Primal Beasts in this place began to move.
