Capítulo 262: King

Li felt cold rock under his feet as his wings halted movement. Black, writhing mass shrunk away from his light and heat, revealing all around him the vast expanse of what must have been the dwarven royal palace. There were intricate carvings and murals etched into the smoothened rock beneath his feet, and the stumps of broken pillars and supports stood awkwardly, surprisingly in good condition due to the fact that the slime had preserved them. 

In the distance, at the very edge of the light Li could cast, there sat a hunched over figure of black, completely enveloped in the slime. All around him, the black ooze stretched out, wriggling and writhing as they pooled from web like tendrils from his body. There was no doubt about it – he was the epicenter of it all.