Hot! - Fischl X Slime Race To The Finish -vicineko-

Halfway through, the leader executed a move that would have made any tactician hum with grudging approval. It compacted, then rebounded, using a clump of fine sand like a ramp—an engineering feat in gelatinous form. Fischl applauded inwardly. She, for her part, responded by accelerating a measure she measured against the glint of the slime's surface—an interplay of will and response. She felt the raven's eyes on her, an audience of one that could not be dismissed. The race was not about winning; it was about recognition. The slimes recognized movement and rewarded it; Fischl recognized intelligence and rewarded it with her attention.