Everyone panicked when night fell and the water went red. Or at least everyone who could panic. Which, for the first time in forever, included our Squire Slime. However, its panic was for a different reason entirely: it thought that someone stole the moon. It thought this irrespective of not quite knowing what the moon was. In its panic, it almost bumped into one of the zombies specially mutated by the foul energy pervading the sky. Luckily (for the slime, not the zombie), it reoriented quickly enough. After a short fight scene, the zombie was felled and the slime unharmed. It readied its sword once more, prepared for another zombie.

However, it was not nearly as prepared for a fight from the sky. A menacing eyeball with an iris seemingly entirely consumed by its pupil swooped down to try and take a chunk out of our brave slime. Just in the nick of time, a bullet came from the side. There stood the Arms Dealer, gun in hand. He didn’t even stop shooting to acknowledge the Squire Slime, instead immediately turning to shoot at another eyeball.

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The squire slime readied itself once more, before bouncing out to the bloody monsters. Upon reaching them, it continuously stabbed with its sword, cooperating with the other villagers to keep the creatures of the night at bay. Every time a flying eyeball or the rare flying eyeball amalgam approached, the ranged fighters in the group targeted it and quickly picked it off.

Somewhere across the battlefield, another slime were fighting. The Nerdy Slime had swapped off its fishing gears, equipping a bow and an aglet for increased movement. As it killed the hordes of demonic eyeballs, it acquired an interesting new item - a black lens. One which, while not having multifaceted uses, had a single, incredibly important use.