CHAPTER 107: THE EPIC STRUGGLE OF FINN AND SERAPHINA!

As the slime creatures finished twisting into grotesque, half-melted mockeries of humans, Finn jolted out of the room—yanking Seraphina by the hand to make sure she didn’t fall behind.

Even then, she was struggling. Stumbling. Slowing him down.

Which meant it was time to pull out his special move: carrying her.

She was heavier than Majestria—which, in Finn’s personal ranking system, was actually impressive. Did this mean Seraphina had a little more meat on her? This was a question for later... assuming they survived the next thirty seconds.

Bolting down the stairs, he threw Seraphina’s arm over his shoulders like a soldier hauling a wounded comrade from the battlefield.

Behind them, the room erupted into a chorus of wet, meaty footsteps. The slime creatures weren’t just chasing—they were pouring down the steps, running with jerky, mindless speed, their faces peeling and sliding apart like cursed analog horror footage.

"Finn, put me down! I can run!" Seraphina yelled, kicking her legs.

"Lady, you were stumbling like a hay bale in a windstorm! I’m not letting you get eaten alive or sacrificed to a puddle demon—now quit kicking me!"

She stopped. Then, in what Finn considered a disturbingly common trend, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung tighter.

At this point, he couldn’t help but wonder—why did women keep ending up riding him? No pun intended. Some cosmic force was definitely at work here, and it was weird.

A slime lunged from the stairs—missing him by inches before splattering onto the stone.

"Oh my god!!" Finn screamed, nearly losing all bowel control. "Seraphina, check behind us!"

She glanced back... and instantly wished she hadn’t.

Countless slime monsters were stampeding down the stairs, with several coiling back to launch themselves like meat catapults.

Seraphina whipped her head forward and clung even tighter, koala-style. "Please go. Please go."

That was all Finn needed to hear.

Closing the distance to the final stretch of stairs, he squeezed his eyes shut and jumped—just as another slime launched right where he’d been standing.

The world went slow-motion for one glorious moment...

BAM!

Finn hit the floor hard—knees buckling, chest slamming against the ground. Pain shot up his body, but the soft press of holy priestess boobs against his back was enough to dull it.

Ignoring the ache, he forced himself upright and dragged himself toward the antechamber’s exit.

"Are you okay?!" Seraphina’s voice was tight with worry.

"I’m fine!" Finn yelled. "But are you okay? I landed on my chest—your legs were right there with it!"

"I’m fine! Thank you!"

With that, Finn kept moving, adrenaline—and possibly divine breast cushioning—fueling every step.

Eventually, stepping out of the antechamber, Finn found himself in the open expanse of the cave chamber, the distant ruins of the lost civilization barely visible through the dim haze.

He bolted for the long, steep bridge—careful not to go too fast or risk face-planting into oblivion.

’I hate this!’

He spread his legs wide, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like some awkward penguin sprinting downhill. It wasn’t flashy, but it was one of his "special talents."

Was it lightning fast? No.

Was it efficient? Absolutely.

And efficiency was all that mattered. Like that old saying—wait... what was that saying again?

Anyway.

The slimes were right behind them, wobbling down the steps like deranged toddlers learning to walk. Some tripped, taking others with them in a glorious chain reaction of chaos.

What started as eldritch death horror instantly degraded into a full-blown cartoon chase sequence.

’What the hell is this world?!’

UUUUWOOOAGHHHH!

The creature roared again—louder this time. The sound rattled Finn’s bones and shook the entire cave. He stumbled forward, barely keeping his footing as rocks and stalactites crashed down, shattering on impact.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn! Damn it all to hell!" Finn shouted, darting forward.

The roar didn’t stop. It just kept going—like some giant monster in that movie, the one where it just won and has to scream about it. The bridge quivered under his feet, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

’Not good!’

The cracks deepened. Bits of stone fell away. That’s when Finn realized exactly how screwed they were.

"COME ONNNN!" Finn screamed—his voice jumping a full octave—as he abandoned his careful pacing and tore down the stairs at full sprint. Seraphina screamed too, because when your guide starts running and shrieking like a little girl, you know things aren’t good.

And they weren’t.

The bridge gave way.

At first, it was just chunks of stone breaking away—Finn having to leap from one slab to the next like a panicked video game character. Then the entire bridge gave up on existing.

He jumped for safety... and missed.

Now he was falling, along with the bridge and the swarm of slime creatures.

Both he and Seraphina screamed all the way down, plummeting toward the glowing-blue river like a pair of doomed meat sacks.

The instant they hit, their screams were cut off as icy liquid rushed into their mouths.

Finn thrashed under the surface, vision spinning, before kicking upward as fast as he could. His head broke through the surface—and then his heart dropped.

His hat was gone.

"Oh my god! My hat!"

He spun around in the water until he spotted it floating nearby. Thank the heavens. He grabbed it and slapped it back on his head like some bedraggled cowboy pulling it on for one last showdown.

Then the real horror hit him.

Seraphina wasn’t on his back—and the current was pulling him away.

’Shit, shit!’

A massive slab of the bridge slammed into the river right in front of him, sending a wall of water into his face and forcing him to duck under. He surfaced again, coughing and sputtering, eyes darting around for any sign of her.

No Seraphina. Just slime monsters dropping in from above—some splattering against falling debris, others hitting the water and bobbing like horrific gelatin pool toys.

He could only pray they dissolved in the river, because they were very low on room for additional problems.

"Seraphina!" he shouted, voice raw.

Nothing. The current tugged at him harder, trying to drag him downstream.

Then—finally—he saw her, coughing and flailing a short distance away. Relief shot through him. He swam with everything he had, forcing his way against the current until he could grab her arm and haul her close.

He wasn’t letting go. Not now.

"Are you okay?!" he yelled over the rushing water.

"Yeah..." she coughed again. "I got stuck under for a bit, but managed to get free."

Finn’s chest eased at her words, though a tiny part of him was annoyed he hadn’t found her sooner. Still—none of that mattered.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting the hell out of this river and live.

The river’s current yanked at them, determined to drag them along. Finn swam hard toward a floating chunk of the collapsed bridge, grabbing for it—only for his hands to slip right off the slick, wet surface. Nothing solid to hold.

The pull grew stronger. Then something moist brushed his leg.

Finn froze.

A second later, something gripped his ankle—tight—and began to drag him under.

His eyes went wide as he kicked frantically, trying to break free. A slime monster erupted from the river ahead, lunging—not for him, but for Seraphina.

Finn spun around, shoving himself into its path. The thing slammed into him instead, claws raking across his back in a sharp, burning line. He yelped, but before it could latch on, the current tore it away. The grip on his leg vanished too, swept downstream.

The relief lasted all of three seconds.

Another deep roar echoed through the cave, and the water ahead began to twist. A whirlpool swelled into view, its spiral tearing the slime creatures apart and sucking the chunks under.

Finn’s pulse spiked. He kicked hard, desperate to get away, Seraphina clinging to him like her life depended on it—because it did. Her panicked cries only piled onto his own rising panic.

The current won.

The whirlpool’s pull locked onto them, dragging them forward no matter how they fought. In seconds, they were spinning in dizzying circles, water battering their faces, the cave roaring in their ears.

They screamed for mercy as the darkness swallowed them whole.