Chapter 21
Just as Clayton was about to lose all hope, his eyes caught sight of a trap he had set earlier. An idea immediately sparked in his mind.
Without hesitation, he threw himself toward it. As soon as his body hit the ground, the mechanism activated, striking with force and damaging the filaments wrapped around him.
Fortunately, the black threads had absorbed most of the impact, though they frayed and weakened in the process.
Sensing the slime's grip loosening, Clayton quickly reached into his spatial pouch and pulled out a magic scroll. With the last of his mana, he managed to activate it.
A soft light bloomed and washed over his body, filling him with an incredible sense of comfort. The black filaments reacted violently—writhing like ants doused in hot oil.
Clayton smiled. His attack had worked.
Wasting no time, he grabbed another scroll and tossed it toward his skeletons. The loosened filaments reformed into a black slime. Enraged, it launched itself at Clayton with renewed fury.
But as it drew closer, his soul trembled—not like when the Dragon-Scale Arowana had roared, but as if he were facing a ghostly woman laughing, weeping, and screaming all at once.
Realizing this creature was the true source of the spiritual unrest he had felt, Clayton commanded his skeletons to accelerate the scroll's activation.
Swoosh!
Just before the slime reached him, it froze mid-air and collapsed. A faint black fluid began to ooze from its trembling body.