Halonar

Fate

Jack slashed through another goblin, his sword carving a bloody line through its body. It collapsed and bled out into the soil. Jack straightened his pose, surveying the battlefield. The flat plains between Holkvil and Gavhin were a breeding ground for monsters and large entities, the Adaraians referred to as "Minibosses."

Adaraians had their own slang for things. Jack couldn't bring himself to understand why Adaraians would call a monster that had no underlings a "Boss" or "Miniboss."

He knew about "Grinding" or "Farming," which was basically just killing the same weak monsters to increase one's level. It was frowned on almost universally, but in Jack's opinion, it was a good way to get experience safely without having to put yourself in much danger. To Adaraians , it was a sign of cowardice. But Jack didn't hunt simple slime, he fought hard against a Fyrexias a few hours before. He hadn't even seen one up until that point, if he had been wandering the plains without a weapon, he would certainly be a dead man.

It had only been discovered relatively recently, they were considered a rare sight. The Fyrexias was an unusual creature. It had the body of a fox, but the head of a lizard. The inside of its giant mouth was near boiling, which may not sound nearly as bad as a monster that could breath actual fire, but according to the only recently updated almanac, they could spawn in areas that normally low-level monsters would. They could show up pretty much anywhere. They show up in the middle of your bedroom, if you weren't careful.

The Fyrexias had prowled for a bit until Jack saw it out of the corner of his eye. The thing had begun to circle him. He was not far from Gavhin, he could try running back, Fyrexias disliked complicated landscapes. But he doubted he would make it before the beast killed him. He took a fighting stance. The Fyrexias pounced. Jack sang his blade, carving a slit in the creature's belly.

The creature had momentarily not felt pain, but after a few moments of glaring at Jack it began to writhe. Jack sprinted toward it, yelling a sort of battle cry as he thrust his blade toward it. Another interesting thing about Fyrexias, was that on the threat spectrum, they were on the very thin line between predator and prey. Fyrexas were naturally afraid of loud fast opponents. He drove his blade through the creature's neck, killing it instantly. Its body crumbled and disintegrated before his eyes. It gave him a huge amount of experience.

He swung his blade through another slime, a particularly fat one. It blubbered before it popped. Water based. Slimes weren't particularly aggressive. They were broad across the entire spectrum. Slimes were as big as the amount they eat. They could be as small as a cup of tea, or as large as a house.

A slime couldn't kill you if it is smaller than you unless it is an elemental slime or an infected slime, or unless you laid down and let it suffocate you. Suffocation was the prime killing method of a normal slime. If one managed to swallow you, you were pretty much screwed, unless someone was with you, depending on the slime.

They didn't have a skeleton or organs, each drop of slime served as the heart, the lungs, the kidney, and other various functions. It did not, however, have a brain.

Centrum vitae. That's what Adaraians called it. The center of life, the core of the slime. If you destroyed its core, the slime would die. Usually, the core would be, at most, a meter in diameter.

Jack's thoughts were cut off by a distant shout.

"Hey!"

He turned to face the person. A girl with a brown coat and a golden bow ran towards him.

She was pointing it at him.

He lifted his sword in defense, but she fired the arrow anyway.

The arrow, which was originally on a path towards his face, suddenly changed trajectory and curved around his head. Striking something behind him. Jack whirled around. The creature toppled over.