Chapter 1891 Sanctum Of Defilement(Trans-fuck):>Ep21

• From the thickest portion of the mass, the slime bulged outward, coalescing into a ball that grew and grew, fed by rivers of the substance pouring up and down and along in defiance of gravity or common sense. It wobbled and writhed, its top half shrinking and sculpting into a distinct shape the longer Skari watched. It resolved into a plump humanoid form with skin like volcanic ash and a mane of hair that cascaded in perpetual liquid motion, obscuring one side of her face. She wore no clothes, only a vague blurring of parts of her anatomy as if she was wearing a sheer bodysuit. As the last parts of her body game into focus, the liquid bulb on which she had formed solidified against her footsteps, forming a staircase that led her down to the bridge and Skari's agape expression.
• "A new Overlord?" the slime woman asked, her husky voice dripping with condescension, "Oh happy day. And what a terrifying threat indeed. Truly an heir to the Suneater's throne. You are right, though; I am this Lair's core. But as you can see, I've had some time to think on my own existence. And decades without a way to express and expel my build-up of tainted energy, leaving me far more powerful than the sad, weak little thing that the real Skari enthralled."
• "What do you mean the real Skari? I AM Skari!"