As Slimo continued his adventure towards the end of the horde, he noticed that the rat army seemed to be much denser towards the back of the formation.
'This must be where the leader is hiding. It looks like the rats are trying to protect something the further back I go.'
After scaling another stoney cliff, Slimo came across a sight that took his breath away. All the rats seemed to be swarming around a massive amalgamation of flesh and bones. The more rats that attached to it, the bigger the monster became. It was as if touching the beast forced anyone to become a part of its large fleshy pile. Slimo gagged at the horrid sight.
'What the hell is that thing? Can that thing even be called a rat anymore?'
