“My Lady, the ice! We must act quickly!”
The slime launched with surprising velocity, a bouncy blur over tufts of grass that sent daisies spinning like tiny windmills. Fischl took off with nimble steps, her boots barely touching the earth as she glided forward in practiced arcs, cape streaming like a banner. She called out encouragement in her ornate phrasing: "Stride, brave blob! Let the fates be reckoned!" fischl x slime race to the finish vicineko new
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have witnessed a race unlike any other— a perfect harmony of intellect, speed, and pure, unbridled slime! Let us crown our champions!” “My Lady, the ice