"And the slimes?" he asked casually, though genuine curiosity tinged his voice. He'd always had a soft spot for the peculiar creatures.
Rodion responded promptly, the tone factual yet faintly pleased.
Mikhailis paused, picturing the slime chambers clearly in his mind. He remembered the very first slime they'd found—a tiny, gelatinous creature barely able to move. Now they had entire chambers filled with vibrant, shimmering masses, splitting and multiplying on their own. It was a humbling thought, considering how small their beginnings had been.
"Autonomous division phase, huh?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, imagining the potential. Each slime was essentially a self-sustaining nutrient generator. A self-sufficient nest wasn't just a distant dream anymore—it was close, tangible.
