Alright, you and your bff hobble out of the room, keeping each other supported. Even in your beaten state, a slime shouldn't be much of a contender. Following down the path the tortoise revenant went, you can see the sides of the walls were widen out by the might of his body. You pass by the bloody trampled body of an imp, the tortoise's first victim, seeming to have sent a warning to the rest of the stampeding demons.
