Ta

  “Why do I have to do it? I’m an assassin, not a hiring manager,” Ta grumbled, gring at Kieran Mori, but she kept most of her frustration to herself. His orders for her had beore and more annoying of te, and she had held her tongue mostly out of fear of his reputation, but this was too much.

  Politics, administration, and talking to people – it all got in the way of her growth. I need marks to level up. An Assassin hiring a merary team to kill someone was an Assassin who had given up on their own development.

  Kieran fixed her with a ft, level stare that extinguished her annoyanstantly. He didn’t speak, and the longer he held her gaze the more unfortable she got, until she broke eye tact to avoid him.

  “You are ambitious,” he said, his voice ft and just as uional as his face.

  Fuck. She squirmed inside, certain she had just annoyed him. Waiting for him to tinue was like teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing which way she would fall.

  “But you’re surprisingly short-sighted,” Kieran said, sighing and finally leaning ba his chair. “Why do you think I put you in charge of the prote operation?”

  “Because those two… got themselves killed?” She almost said ‘idiots’ but she didn’t want to risk annoying him further, especially when she couldn’t read his emotional state. She had been shocked when she discovered that Adrik and Edrik had been killed ireet in the middle of a job but, now that she had long since passed their paltry level twenty, she had a far better assessment of just how weak they had been. Being saddled with their responsibilities had really put a crimp on her personal growth, though – filliime with useless busy work. Nobody seemed to be smart enough to just keep things running without her input.

  “You o think about the bigger picture. When they got themselves killed, they left a gap in the anization. A leadership position that I had you fill. You’ve done a good job, earning some minor attention and praise from Mr. Hawkhurst himself,” Kieran said.

  Ta stared at him without speaking, uain if the praise was a buildup for something rough or violent.

  “Although, I could do with less pining from you,” Kieran tinued, not even aowledging her disfort. “Why do you think I’m giving you the job of hiring meraries to kill that dungeon?”

  “I don’t know?” she said. There was absolutely no way she was going to admit it might be because she couldn’t do it yet. His line of reasoning erspective she had not expected to e from his mouth. Jax knows about my work?

  “Roderik Ice is dead. I need someoo do his job, but you see only the low-level work,” Kieran said, his gaze still ily focused on her, like she e pio a board. “You are somehow oblivious to the opportunities presented by his vat position. I’m giving you this job because I think you do it, and you will earrust of Mr. Hawkhurst if you take care of this matter for him. It will open many more opportunities for you in the long run.”

  “I uand,” she nodded, inwardly grindieeth as she strove to appear properly demure. She had just assumed that Jax Hawkhurst would appoint another o repce Roderik – most of these political maneuverings taking pce behind closed doors and beyond her view.

  “I don’t think you do,” Kieran said, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper. “Roderik and Alexander were both agents for the Shadow cil, and their assigask involved killing the dungeon. The rumors trig down suggest that the Master himself had his eye on this projeow that they’re dead, their job remains unfinished, and the cil is furious. While they bicker amongst themselves about who should take the bme, we have a brief window of opportunity. If you brihe corpse of Aliandra Amariel, I use it as leverage to get you ied as a junient.”

  The Shadow cil! Finally! Kieran had been stubbornly close-lipped about the anization after he’d briefly mentio, and now, for the first time, it seemed the wheels were beginning to turn. While she knew little about the obsessively secretive anization, Kieran had already given her a few jobs in support of their goals, and those had been by far the most rewarding. This could very well be her ticket out of this shithole town. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

  “I see you uand now,” Kieran said, a satisfied smile on his lips.

  It’s not like it’ll be hard, she thought, but still, she was a little disappoihat she wouldn’t be the oo get the experience for plunging her daggers into the back of that Fae. Her lip curled. I should have dealt with her myself, long ago.

  ***

  Ta pushed open the well-worn door to the Crooked and walked directly up to the bar, automatically noting the two tables that might be her ers.

  “Lime Spritzer,” she told the bartender. It was a drink for fancy well-to-do people in the nicer parts of toao be noticed for wasting silver on watered-down wine – not for the likes of the Crooked . But it was her code phrase, and even though she had worked with the Crooked in the past, following protocol was important.

  “Here you go,” the bartender said. He smmed a smudged gss down in front of her and poured water from a jug, sloshing it onto the tertop. Then he crushed a slice of lemo in his giant vicelike hands and dropped the mashed remains into the gss.

  He fot the wi least he could have got the lime right. There was no way she would let that abomination touch her mouth, but she took it anyway, dropping twe silver pieces on the bar. His fee for setting up the meeting.

  He smiled and oward the sed table she had identified on her way in.

  Ta strolled casually over to the wobbly table, one leg propped up by a wad of beer-soaked paper – at least, she hoped it was beer – studying the four that sat there.

  Mage – Human – level ??Rogue – Human – level 52Warrior – Human – level 53Archer – Half-Elf – level 54

  The mage was tall and skinny, aracked her approach with eyes that flickered with inner fire. His robes were expensive, obviously out of p aablishment like this one, and although she couldn’t identify him, her sources suggested he was level sixty-three with an impressive set of skills ideally suited to this sort of job.

  Her gaze switched to the muscur half-elf who wore his bow on his back, rather than keeping it stored in a ste item. He had pure white hair down to his shoulders and seemed to be running some aura entment that radiated cold from his body, making some of the nearby patrons shift unfortably.

  She o the assassin, predictably dressed in bck leather armor, and gnced quickly at the warrior before returning her gaze to the mage. He was clearly the leader.

  “No names,” she said, sitting down at the open chair without invitation. “I’m your coordinator for this deal. You get five gold up front, and twenty more when y me proof of the target’s death.” She obviously didn’t mention that Jax had raised the bounty on Aliandra to sixty gold – she would be pocketing the difference. She didn’t even have to pay their fee herself, that money was ing directly from Kieran Mori. She retrieved five gold pieces and pced them ly stacked oable in front of her, notig the sudde attention from the assassin. The mage simply ig.

  “What’s the job?” he asked.

  “This is your target,” Ta said, retrieving a picture and pg it before them. “Aliandra Amariel, a Fae Are and Nature-affinity mage. You find her below the sewers, using this map.” She pced another piece of paper in front of the mage – a map to the rockfall that led to the underground cavern where she had first found Aliandra, about to be eaten by wolves. Idly, she wondered how different life might have been if the problematic Fae had simply let the wolves eat her that day.

  “Level? Skills? Any allies we o worry about?”

  “She’s level fifty. She wields barrier magid summon minions – mostly Kobolds. She has three friends of a simir level, but two of them haven’t been seen for quite a while.” Ta paused for a moment while the mage absorbed the information, and then she dropped the rest of it. “She’s a dungeon.”

  “No problem,” the mage said calmly, finally reag for the map and the portrait, surprising Ta. She was certain that would have gotten at least a look of surprise. “We did our homework when your people tacted us, and we assumed it was something like that. We have experience clearing dungeons, and my skills are uniquely suited for disrupting mages, so this should be an easy job.”

  “I require the corpse, mostly intact,” Ta said, drawing a raised eyebrow. It was not a on requirement for a job, but not unheard of. Mostly it meant that a death ritual or neancy would be involved, and secrecy would be of utmost importance.

  “That will be extra,” the mage said, his expression closed.

  “I offer twenty pert,” Ta said ftly. This was for her ticket into the Shadow cil, and so it would e out of her own funds. Would he iate further, or –

  “That works.”

  “Very well, I look forward to seeing the results when you’re done,” she said, adding one of her own s to the pile and pushing it across the table where he made the stack disappear with a casual touch.

  Ryn Ryn hummed a half-remembered tuo herself as she rearrahe books on the shelves. There were enough now to require pranization, and she was happy to see it slowly beginning to take the shape of a real library – even if it was still quite small. I might o make a catalog soon, too. That would require finding a petent enter aing her Are Archive skill imbued into an artifact – no doubt an expensive ission, but Ali had repeatedly shocked her with just how much money she could jure, seemingly from thin air.

  More and more, Ryn found herself preferring to spend her free time down here with the books she and Ali had collected, rather than passing time in The Reading er up in town. Perhaps it was the feeling that she ow least a part of this endeavor, but she couldn’t deny how it captured her imagination. Every time she gazed up at the dark, empty shelves rising out of sight into the distance, she imagined what it would be like to see it fully lit and loaded with books with people ing just to admire the grandeur of so muowledge being collected in one pce.

  She also shared simir tastes in tea with Lira and had spent quite some time hunting down iing varieties in town for them both to try.

  “Hi, Ryn, what are you up to?”

  She gnced up and smiled as Ali flew in through the upper atrium entrance. “Just finished s the books.”

  “Do you know if Volle has a library?” Ali asked. It was a rather odd question, and she wasn’t quite certain what she was after.

  “I believe so, but it isn’t particurly extensive or renowned, so it wasn’t on my list,” Ryn answered. “It’s probably best to spend our money on something more important – I was thinking maybe Southport?”

  “Would you mind rec it, as a favor?” Ali asked.

  “I , I’m just curious why you want that one of all pces?” Her Library Teleport had leveled up several times from her extensive use colleg books, and she had several avaible destinations she hadn’t yet filled.

  “I want to check up on Naia,” Ali said. “I left her there by herself and I’m a little worried she might be stuck or something. Or lonely.”

  “Sure, I don’t mind,” Ryn said. She most certainly didn’t mind using her skills to help Ali reect with a friend. Even though Volle’s library was nothing spectacur, it would be another source of books to fill their shelves. There was just one problem. “I don’t think we have enough money for it though – and how am I even going to get there?”

  “I have an idea for that,” Ali answered, hopping off her barrier and opening her geous magical grimoire.

  But Ryn just stared in fusion at what her friend made. A slime? It was a transparent blob filled with many bright sparkling lights. Ali’s grimoire fred once more and a mier, a k of intensely glowing yellow-white crystal appeared oable.

  Sparkling Ooze – Ooze – level ??Glowstone

  “What is this for, Ali?” Ryn asked, still baffled.

  “Take this to Weldin Thriftpenny at the guild shop and sell it,” Ali said, handihe Glowstone. She reized it as a pieagicite about the size of a chi’s egg. “You should be able to get enough moo afford teleportation to Volle from Professor Addlesto the Novaspark Academy. Hopefully, there will be enough left over to purchase a membership at Volle’s library.”

  That was all good and well, but… “And what’s the ooze for?” Ryn asked, studying the glowing blob.

  “A present for Naia,” Ali answered with a grin. “You pretend it’s your familiar and I’ll make it follow you around. After you get to the library, take it with you out of the city gates and leave it somewhere where nobody see, and then e home by yourself.”

  “Oh, ok!” Ryn said. Delivering presents sounded like fun!

  Mato Mato hiked out to the furthest outlying fields of the farm, trying to blot out the anguish of the blighted pnts from his mind. There were times when it was an enormous advao be able to uand the nguage of pnts, but this was not one of them. I’m ing…

  He picked his way carefully through the ruined fields, choosing his first spot, he dead and rotted trees of the great forest. This would be the st of the farms that needed sing. From here on out, it would take some kind of major w of healing magic to banish the blight from the forest – a ritual so great that he had no idea who even might be capable of wielding such power. Maybe Lira knows a ritual like that. But if she did, surely she would already have used it?

  It grated on him just how much destru Alexander Gray had wrought upon the nd with his evil neancy.

  Here.

  He shifted, twisting his arms toward the sky, stretg and growing while his feet pushed down through the earth, turning into roots. He was being much more familiar with his Tree Form, finding the shape to be f and soothing now instead of fn. As he stretched himself into his broad branches and grew his leaves, he reflected on life, as he often did in this form. The lesson Lira had taught him via the Elder Tree had been one of bance, and he had not uood it in the slightest at the time. However, after having spent so much time giving back to the nd, healing it from the neantic blight, he was beginning to grasp the edges of the principle.

  Not all of life is fighting.

  He k, of course, deep in his heart – he had friends and family. But, in a way, his service to the nd brought it into sharp focus, and it made him feel somehow plete.

  His aura bloomed outward and upward, rippling across the blighted fields and through the nd, soothing the pnts and trees. The taint of the undead blight infused everything his mana touched, corrupting the very nd with its dark magic. But his Sanctuary was like a sing tide that swept away the blight, ing it, dissolving it, a the nd.

  He rexed, tented by the rightness of it.

  Arboreal Sanctuary has reached level 29.

  Sometime ter, he felt movement – an invader within his Sanctuary. He didn’t know quite how long it might have been – time passed differently as a tree. Although the blight was almost entirely erased, the shambling shape that entered his awareness was wrong. Wrong in a way that made his bark crawl and his branches shiver.

  Zombie. Neancy. Death. But it was the foul unnatural death of those who worshiped uh itself.

  He focused his mind, reag for his skills, but bat skills required stamina and he had none as a tree. He switched his choice, and throughout his broad sanctuary aura, life exploded into rampant growth. Roots shot up from the ground, brambles thied and twisted, weeds grew, and vines sprouted, and he wielded them all, twisting, grasping, breaking.

  It was not necessarily a primary bat skill, but life hated the undead – and it was more than suffit for this. A few mier, the zombie colpsed to the sound of a simple pure chime in his mind, and his peace was restored.

  Rampant Growth has reached level 2.

  But it was not for long, and a few moments ter his Sanctuary was invaded yet again – this time by a pair of skeletons emerging from the dead forest. He crushed them with his roots and vines, but more came in dribs and drabs, but never ceasing like a leaky pipe dripping undead into the world. He crushed them one and all.

  Rampant Growth has reached level 3.

  But something came that he could not crush. Something that made him recoil even within the calm of his Tree Form. Something more horrific than he had ever entered. A true abomination walking on mismatched feet and spewing forth blight and dark billowing miasma with every breath. A being so twisted and ed, he couldn’t even tell what it was supposed to be.

  Blighted Patchwork Horror – Undead Abomination – level 38.

  The Patchwork Horror tore through his roots, deg them with the withering miasma while ripping its unreasonably powerful body through the entangling brambles as if they were barely a nuisance, and Mato knew he owerless to fight it.

  In this form.

  With a thought, his body twisted, shrinking, growing muscle, sprouting fur, and he roared as his tree was repced with his Bear Form. He charged the abomination, smming the full weight of his bulk into the smaller monster, and shing out with his cws. His magic smmed into the creature tearis through its tough, stitched undead flesh, triggering his Brutal Restoration to begin healing him.

  You have been ied with Undead Blight.A debilitating iion that grows stronger every day, rotting flesh and propagating to everything it touches.-1% to maximum health+1 t per day10% ce to spread Undead Blight on tactIf you die while ied, your body will be raised as a zombieSmall ce per vitality to recover from Undead BlightDisease – t: 1

  He ighe searing pain bursting into his lungs as he breathed the miasma and attacked again. The monster shrieked and quivered, shing out with no fewer than seven mismatched cws and hands, limbs that had been stitched onto its baestled among the protruding yellowed rib bones.

  His Swipe tore into it, again ripping through its skin to perforate its unnaturally tough flesh, the health cost draining away, ignored just like the blight itself. He had Brutal Restoration and it would o be enough. With his mana, he grew his roots and brambles again, a vastly smaller surge of life in this frasping at the abomination arig its movement even as its pgue rotted the growth, causing it to b and wither.

  Your Undead Blight has increased to 2.

  He ig again; he would deal with it ter. He roared, and struck again, blog several pierg cws and random mouths that tried to bite him.

  Your Undead Blight has increased to 4 (+2).

  He could feel his body weakening with eafe as if his very life were being drained from him, but he endured. Such a monster was an abomination to the very idea of life ah itself, and he would bring bah tooth and cw.

  His great paw smmed into the monster, sshing its bloodless flesh. It screeched, trying to scurry away. He reacted, instantly retaliating with his Battle Master, emp his strike with every support skill he had. His cws ripped through the monster, crashing into the ground and sending a spray of soil and stones flying through the air. The monster fell twitg and twisting with ahly scream that emerged in chorus from many mouths. He struore time and the monster was silenced, his chime heralding his victory.

  You have defeated Blighted Patchwork Horror – Undead Abomination – level 38.

  Druidic Shapeshifter has reached level 44.+10 attribute points.

  Swipe has reached level 28.Brutal Restoration has reached level 30.Bear Form has reached level 28.Rampant Growth has reached level 7 (+4).Battle Trance has reached level 12.

  But the miasma did not cease, tinuing to pour out of the corpse of the monster unabated.

  Your Undead Blight has increased to 5.

  Shit. Quickly, he shifted himself back to his Beastkin Form and, using the entment of his guild ring, he stored the corpse, finally halting the spread of the blight. Then he shifted once more, returning to the serene sanctuary of his Tree Form, settling in to wait for his Vitality Rejuvenation to heal his blighted body.

  The neancer boy – Seth – was right. He instinctively despised the reek of death that seeped from his body, but Lira owed him an irredeemable debt, and Ali had vouched for him. Mato trusted both of them with his life – if they could tolerate him, he would too. Besides, Mato couldn’t deny he had just verified the source of the pgue was an undead abomination, just as Seth had cimed.

  If we kill all of them, then perhaps this nd heal.

  ***

  “Ok, show me,” Vivian said.

  Mato retrieved the corpse from his ring and immediately the miasma began p from it, f a cloud at his feet and causing Ali’s moss and mushrooms to b and die.

  You have been ied with Undead Blight.

  “Mato, that thing is killing my dungeon!” Ali excimed, bag up quickly.

  “It’s killioo,” he replied. “It doesn’t stop giving off the blight even after you kill it.”

  “Well, that’s nasty,” Vivian said. “Put it away.”

  “It’s evil,” he agreed, st the corpse. “But it means our neancer boy was right, these are the reason the forest is still blighted and throwing out tless zombies and skeletons.”

  “I see why you wao show me outside, but why did you specifically want to do it in the dungeon?” Vivian asked.

  “Yes, why here?” Ali demanded.

  “I was hoping Ali would use her destru to eliminate all traces of it,” Mato said.

  “Actually, that’s a pretty solid idea,” Vivian agreed.

  “Won’t I catch the blight, though?” Ali asked. She stared worriedly at the dead ciross on the grouh his feet. “And what if I learn the imprint? Ick!”

  “Yes, but I will heal you with my Tree,” Mato offered, and after she nodded her relut approval, he dropped the corpse ohered moss again and stepped away, shifting himself into his Tree Form beside the shrihrough the strange awareness of his Sanctuary aura, he watched as Ali destroyed the remains of the undead abomination and began to repnt her moss.

  “I’ll talk to the mayor and see if we get the word out to the nearby towns,” Vivian said, before she vanished, and Mato returo his normal form.

  Mato touched Ali’s arm, “Sorry, I should have warned you.”

  Naia Naia flowed along the rocks and crags of the cavern roof, hunting, , and direg her slimes in a battle she could not win. Every single slime she had was fighting, and still, she could not make a single inch ress. She had even removed most of the defenders she used in the caverns above to pretend she was still the same to the humans, desperate for more slimes to hold back the tide.

  When Ali-friend had opehe wall, she had been overjoyed to have space, freedom, ahings to explore. She had learo hunt the fppy-things – the bats. She had huhe things ier, and she had grown, taking the caverns and the pools for her own.

  But she had not found any new slimes or oozes, and when she had stumbled upon the hive, her progress had ground to a halt. The hard-shells were too many; Borer Beetles that tunneled and ate her Slimes. She could always make more, but there were so males they filled the caverns. Below her, the rock face of the cavern cracked, and ks of rubble fell, colpsing into the fight below with loud vibrations that she felt through the rock all the way above. She had felt the beetles tunneling, but there was nothing she could do.

  Borer Beetle – Rock Beetle – level 27 (Earth).

  She felt the g of its hard legs oone, and the g as it ate through the wall. Emerging, the hard-shell scramble-ccked its way down the wall, the vacated space behind it in the unnel immediately filled with another hard-shell as they began streaming into the cavern, attag her Slimes from above.

  She would o give up this cavern soon, falling back to the one. But then the fight would be repeated, and she would lose. She found herself wishing once again that she could talk with Ali-friend.

  Ali-friend is smart. She would know how to defeat the beetles – she had defeated the wall! If Naia had found a few more slimes, she might have been smart enough to figure it out, but she knew her own limits. Below was the hive, and above were the humans. And she was stu the middle, just like when she had been stu her cave with not evei crack for her to slip through.

  Suddenly, her mana vibrated, somewhere way above at the entrao the human world, and she felt a chill of fear, knowing she was critically vulnerable. She had nothio defend herself from a sed attack.

  Not human?

  Her senses vibrated again as the thing moved, triggering her curiosity and surprise.

  Slime?

  Ooze!

  Abandoning her lost cavern, she twisted her body into the tiny mana-crevice that ected herself to one of the few remaining slimes she had in the upper cavern and squeezed herself through, emerging through its body into the pool of water at the entrance, immediately cealing herself and her mana, taking the form of a rock. Her senses detected the thing, beautiful, glowing, and filled with mana as it crawled, slid, shifted across the wet rock toward the pool.

  Sparkling Ooze – Ooze – level 35 (Light).

  But she stopped, body quivering as the thing moved. She could taste-feel the mana of it, and she reized it.

  “Ali-friend?” she warbled, certain, but uain. It was an ooze, but where was Ali? Her senses ranged around but all she could find was the single ooze.

  The ooze bobbed up and down quickly before being still once more.

  She waited, but it did not speak. ot speak? Ali? She sidered the problem for a while.

  “Ali ot speak?” she asked.

  The slime bobbed up and down again, and she reized the attempt to copy her happy mood. Cautiously, Naia slithered out of the pool and approached the Sparkling Ooze, reag out with a pseudopod to touch the shiny warm membrane. Slowly, a pseudopod emerged from the Sparkling Ooze and touched her back.

  “Ali!” She bobbed up and down iement, uo tain her joy. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t talk, her friend had e to visit! For a moment, she fot her troubles with the beetles and the humans, just filled with happiness again.

  But then the reality of her situation intruded once more as she felt a k of the cavern below colpse with a powerful vibration that she could feel even from all the here, and several of her slimes vanished from her mind.

  “I am going to lose to the beetles,” she expined as the Sparkling Ooze tipped a little to the side in a gesture that seemed like curiosity and surprise. It was hard reading Ali’s reas, but she expined what she struggled with below, just happy to be able to share her worries and struggles with someone who cared.

  She paused as a pseudopod touched her membrauggily. Not certain what it wanted; Naia allowed her body to grow a new pseudopod where it pulled. Curious, she let it pull another couple of pseudopods out and pce them slowly around its own body.

  Naia watched in fusion as it pulled another, pg it around itself. The membra good to touch, and she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed her friend.

  “What do you want?” she asked, still not quite uanding. The Sparkling Ooze began to pull itself into a ball ale up against her body while pulling her pseudopods further and further around it.

  “Eat?” she asked, suddenly, incredulously getting the message.

  The Sparkling Ooze bobbed once up and down.

  “Are you sure?” she asked, not quite believing it.

  The ooze bobbed again.

  There was no doubt about it, and Naia didn’t hesitate, flowing herself around the rger ooze, quickly enveloping it entirely within herself. Her mana flowed into her ter, pierg the Sparkling Ooze and dissolving it quickly. Suddenly it was gone, and the remnants of its released mana flooded into her.

  Imprint: Sparkling Ooze pleted.

  Her mind expanded, instantly growing sharper and clearer as her skill reacted to the new imprint by growing her intelligence, and then she was filled with sadness. Ali was gone and she was alone again.

  But she came. And somehow that was enough. The gift she had been given filled her with joy and a rush of new hope.

  Reag out with her mind, she ected with the few slimes that remained in the deep cavern. It crawled with bugs now, and she didn’t have much time before a queen arrived. A shudder rippled across her membrane. Squeezing her body through the mana e, she poured herself out of the slime that she had left ging to the ceiling. Below her, the room was filled with the g, g of the swarm of beetles. She stretched her mana into a pseudopod, expanding and growing, shifting it to be just like the Sparkling Ooze before she divided and separated from it. She repeated the process three more times before she was ready.

  Slipping her mind into her new slimes, she pushed, ejeg the intensely glowing balls of mana, and a hail of orbs cascaded down onto the swarm below, detonating in a tinuous explosion that rocked the cavern for more than a minute before she ran out of mana. But in the cavern below, nothing moved, nothing shook the sileno g or g. Just mush and sludge that slowly dripped off the walls.

  You have defeated Borer Beetle – Rock Beetle – level 20-31 Swarm x73.

  Slime Lord has reached level 44 (+2).+30 attribute points.

  Your Sparkling Ooze has reached level 37 (+2).Your Sparkling Ooze has reached level 36.Your Sparkling Ooze has reached level 36 (+2).Your Sparkling Ooze has reached level 35.

  She bobbed happily; all her new oozes – Aliandra’s gift to her – had leveled up. The bugs were dead, turned into mush. Against her instincts, she immediately put all thirty points into intelligence. She was a slime, she had never needed intelligence, but she knew she could never defeat the hive unless she was smarter.

  Like Ali!

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