As they flew Averoth was upside down and had his arm crossed. Constantly he was staring at Akiol, his gaze trying to bore a hole through Akiol's forehead.
Akiol coughed, "Is there something the matter?"
Travis looked behind him and suppressed the urge to sigh, "Is there?"
Averoth spun back upright and floated towards Travis, "I mean think about it for a moment. He's capable of wielding the energy used during this World's Origin. Has a technique that is on the level of the Crimson Immortals--I mean it has to be in order for him to kill one. Moreover he's a slime, yet is capable of acting just like any other humanoid race."
Travis could answer one of these questions. It was naturally due to the fact that Akiol was a player, although he didn't know how Akiol became a slime to begin with. A strange sense of deja vu overtook Travis for a moment and he asked, "How did you become a slime?"
