But for a Slime

<Chapter 80 Continued>

When it was all done, his hands had formed a perfect cup around the construct, each line of the sigil clear and well made. The mage was still speaking, but his words came to a crescendo and the world pulsed, a shockwave of mana flowing outward. The construct moved forward slowly towards Joe, and he watched it, curious. It came to a stop before him, and seemed to bounce off some kind of shield, then press itself against it, flattening like jello, or a water balloon. It didn't seem to be able break in, and Joe frowned. Huh… something blocking it? Maybe my own defenses? Huh… do I just will it in? Suddenly, the shield seemed to disappear and the construct flowed and wobbled as it was released from the force and slid into Joe. At the same time, a pop up appeared before him.