The Sslug of Frost simply slimes its way slowly down the sheer cliff. Then it mindlessly enters the magma. Its body undergoes mild dissociation, becoming less dense and spreading into a mat about three body-lengths floating on the surface of the lava. The Sslug, in this slightly altered form, moves even more slowly, but continues to crawl on towards some target. Upon reaching an exquisitely worked statue, the lasers flash out and the statue is simply ashes. A new target is immediately chosen and soon destroyed.
The Sslug of Apathy reaches the Frozen Ocean and carves a furrow into it, still on a perfect course for the Diamond Watchtower.
The Sslug of Temptation, still ignoring Morbus Sano, has been continuing its trail-carving. A pattern has begun to take shape under its caustic pacing.
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