The slime launched with surprising velocity, a bouncy blur over tufts of grass that sent daisies spinning like tiny windmills. Fischl took off with nimble steps, her boots barely touching the earth as she glided forward in practiced arcs, cape streaming like a banner. She called out encouragement in her ornate phrasing: "Stride, brave blob! Let the fates be reckoned!"
Vicineko's grin softened into genuine warmth. "Only if the champion consents to share." fischl x slime race to the finish vicineko new
At the edge of the Whispering Woods, a wooden sign read: The slime launched with surprising velocity, a bouncy