Lohan felt a chill run through his core, a sensation of "emptiness" that stood in stark contrast to the sense of fulfillment he had just attained.
If the evolution of the Slime race had been a physical reconstruction, a battle to ensure that its gelatin didn't collapse under the weight of two energy cores, the evolution of the Devourer class seemed something far more conceptual and profound.
It was as if, after reinforcing the walls of its laboratory, the system were now updating the software of its microscopes and the potency of its chemical reagents.
The crystalline gelatin, which seconds ago had exuded great density, suddenly became flaccid, almost liquid. Lohan felt like a puddle spread across the forest floor, and the fear of losing the form he had fought so hard to stabilize struck him.
