Let Chaos Reign Chapter 15: The Killing Mist

“Wait.” My arm held out, stopping Maul from charging over to where we knew the Republic forces were. Even with the suit sealed up, and even if I didn’t have Haki equipped, I knew damn well that Maul was frothing at the mouth just to get Kenobi.

“He is right there,” The suit's arm waved exaggeratedly towards where Kenobi and his men were in the city, pushing back the droid offensive and turtling up rather well. No surprise there since it's, you know-- Obi-Wan Freaking Kenobi.

“I know he is, Paladin. Do not jeopardize the mission. I understand your brief history with him, but you now have a chance to regain it all and then some. Do you truly wish to risk facing him now, revealing to him and everyone else you still live when you have an opportunity to wait, bide your time, and get your revenge?”

The armored figure brushed past me and Pitou, who my dutiful servant and friend was frowning at and about to stop him when he stopped abruptly. “Think about it Maul. Do you want Kenobi seeing you weak, needing that suit to do anything? Or do you wish to stand over him victorious through your own power?”

Maul's breathing came out ragged and almost feral through the suit's speaker. He was beyond angry. Haki picked up on all of it, and his anger easily eclipsed Asajj Ventress. While she was powerful and her anger and hate were not anything to scoff at since they were like a firestorm consuming a rainforest, something that is notoriously difficult to burn down.

But Mauls… it was like a smoldering star. A small one, but a star all the same, made up of rage, hate, fire, and darkness in an all-consuming inferno. Just when I was thinking I might have to activate the failsafe I programmed into the suit in case he decided to turn on us or go rogue, he stepped back and turned the suit to face us.

His breathing continued for a few more seconds, but I could see through Haki he was managing to control it. How he could do that is beyond me. If I were that angry, I would be actively trying to turn whoever I hated that much into a bloody smear on the ground.

“I… will do as you ask of me. But,” I knew a but was coming. “I wish to fight him.”

My head snapped up to the suits as my head tilted back and forth as I thought about them. I let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. “If I do this, will you do as I say?”

“Yes.” He answered without hesitation.

“Will you work as a team with me and Pitou along with everyone else?”

“Yes.” He hissed.

“Alright. You likely won’t be able to kill him, so I will indulge you on this. I am not without sympathy, and I will let you at least get some revenge, however minor it is now.” I did firmly believe that even with the suit he wasn’t going to be winning that fight. Obi-Wan, even if he isn’t the master of defense at this point in time, was still a capable defensive fighter. He would realize what the suit is capable of and do what he does best.

Maul's suit immediately turned to go charging in there. “No no no. Not yet. Maul, I need to know you won’t let your desire for revenge compromise yourself and us. Prove to me you are the intelligent former apprentice to Darth Sidious. Prove to me you are not a dumb monster but an intelligent and tactical thinker.”

The suit stopped near the building's edge, our three black silk cloaks embroidered with red clouds whipped about with the wind because if I am going to imitate Obito Motherfucking Uchiha, then I might as well use those iconic cloaks.

The suit's hand clenched and unclenched and shifted towards and away from the sword in its sheathe. His anger and hate had become laser-focused but more controlled.

“Fine.” He spat, annoyed but relenting if it meant he could have his rematch with Obi-Wan even if Obi-Wan himself would be unaware of who was inside of the suit.

Manage to get Maul to listen to you and rise above his burning desire for revenge. One gold ticket. Use now? Y/N

And what I rolled was going to help a lot more the more he thought about who he just got. She would prove useful when I got a chance to summon her properly. Also, why the hell was talking Maul down from going all rabid attack dog worth that?! So if I wasn’t as convincing as I was and had the advantages I did with him, he would have likely gone through with it, and just about anyone else trying to talk him down would have failed.

For all of my rotten luck at the beginning of this new life, God, the Force, or whatever cosmic power saw fit to throw me into the deep end at the beginning was showing some good luck to make up for it.

Pitou and Maul both were given the plan, with Maul, to my relief, sticking to it. The various droids from the CIS to my Magnaguard forces and the various pirates and scoundrels employed by Jabba did as ordered and kept their distance.

The tactical droid in charge of the droids didn’t like it, but he ultimately fell in line since I technically outranked him, with what was now known as Jabba’s Quiet Hand having proven itself to be rather effective at winning these battles, courtesy of Nemesis putting belt to cheeks.

So the rest of us, despite not showing what we were fully capable of, were given higher ranks in the Separatist chain of command because of the assumption that if Nemesis was as capable as he is, then the rest of us surely must be just as good if not better.

They were about to see we were worthy of being seen as the elite.

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The 212th Attack Battalion moved through the streets feeling tense. Not the normal kind that came when a firefight was about to break out. This time, it was different. The various clone troopers, and even their commander Obi-Wan Kenobi, could feel it.

Instead of any droids or men employed by Jabba defending these streets, they were empty. Clear of any sign of life, whether it was organic or a droid. No sound beyond their steps, the walkers rumbling forward, or their armor sliding and tapping against their bodies.

They were moving further in with Skywalker and his 501st Legion having overcome the Seppi’s in their area and were moving to regroup with them. Especially when word had gotten around after Captain Fordo’s comment about the Hutt forces acting as Separatist reinforcements.

General Kenobi had a suspicion they were likely facing the group known as the Quiet Hand. The clones fanned out, sticking in their various squads all close together where they could help one another but far enough apart from each other to avoid enemy artillery or explosives.

Then the fog came. It was thick enough that none of them could see two feet in front of themselves. “I got a bad feeling about this…” One clone muttered aloud, one of his brothers nudging him with his elbow.

“Everyone, stick together and be vigilant.” General Kenobi said to them, keeping his senses tuned with the Force as he felt a disturbance in it but couldn’t pinpoint what it was and where.

They moved about, searching. Minutes ticked by and nothing out of the ordinary. Some of the clones were less tense, guard up, but not like the others, believing whatever was coming wasn’t something to be worried about.

“This fog is not natural. The planet rarely ever gets fog, let alone this thick…” Kenobi mused aloud, rubbing his jawline, perplexed as to where it came from.

A group of clones ahead of the others paused, weapons snapping up when they saw movement. “Hold your fire! We're friendlies!” A 501st clone trooper waved his hands at them as they got closer.

They lowered their weapons once the correct code phrases were exchanged, ensuring they weren’t Commando Droids pretending to be clones. “Where did this fog come from?” Ahsoka asked her master and Obi-Wan, confused as to where it came from.

“I don’t know Ahsoka, but keep your guard up. Ever since I saw it, it's kept me on edge.” Anakin said, eyes narrowed, the Force telling him the same thing it’s been telling Obi-Wan. It wasn’t natural.

The clones banded together, walking forward cautiously before one signaled his group to stop. Weapons aimed at a disturbance in the fog. Their fingers a hair’s breadth from blasting whatever came out.

Their muscles twitched, constant drills and their entire lives dedicated to training to be the best soldiers to ever walk the galaxy had them wait. Sweat beaded off of them, eyes not even blinking as they watched. Then a bubble came out of the fog.

It floated, slowly creeping closer as the group let out a long sigh. One of them chuckled. “A bubble? Really? Hah!”

“Knock it off, Dex, you were just as tense as we were.” One of them chided his brother, who walked with his guard up but had mirth coming from his shaking armor.

“Sure I was. But a bubble? C’Mon, you can’t say it isn’t funny.” He flippantly responded back.

“General Kenobi, we have a bubble.” The squad leader said, sounding unsure if he wanted to report what he was seeing, but did so because of how abnormal it is.

At the clones' words reaching him, Ahsoka and Anakin tensed up. Ahsoka remembered the last time she saw bubbles, it was with Tobi, and the two experienced Jedi knew what that meant hearing about the report from Master Luminara and Ahsoka.

“Everyone form up. Anything out of the ordinary that doesn’t look like one of us, you shoot them no questions asked.” Anakin commanded, realizing who they were dealing with.

“Master!” Ahsoka's head snapped towards him in shock at how willing he was to go lethal against Tobi.

“Not now, Snips, this is serious.” Anakin waved her off, hoping Tobi revealed himself soon. He wanted to repay him for what he did to his apprentice.

“Oh look, a bubble! Oh so scary.” Dex exaggerated his brother's actions as they were long since used to his antics. He had done this in the past to alleviate the tension the group felt after long battles.

“Dex, get back in formation.” His squad leader said as the bubble drifted towards Dex, as if the fog itself were helping propel it as it seemed to concentrate around it as if it were being grasped by a hand.

Some of the clones noticed this and moved towards Dex to tell him not to touch the bubble. It was too late. Finger pointed and touching it, the bubble burst with a descending boom that dispersed some of the fog and knocked Dex back three meters, where two of his brothers caught him.

“Contact! We have enemy contact!” The clones across both the 212th and 501st had their weapons up, looking everywhere but seeing nothing.

“Dex, can you hear me?” Dex shook his head, arm limp, as he felt pain shoot up his arm.

“I think it’s broken.” He said through gritted teeth, before the others could even help him up, they all froze, watching what had to be hundreds of bubbles coming through the fog.

“Pop those bubbles!” One of them yelled, having witnessed what happened to Dex. The clones opened fire, bubbles popping everywhere, yet more just kept coming.

Some of the bubbles burst, like the one that got Dex, the majority of the others seemed ordinary. The walkers moved forward, shrugging off the bubbles popping against the canopy of the AT-TEs.

One AT-TE lumbered forward, front cannons shooting bubbles, of all things, but the clone operating the vehicle didn’t let the surrealness of such a ridiculous thing get to him as he understood the danger they represented. Movement out of the corner of his eye had him glance to the side, seeing fog that was denser and moving far faster than the rest of it.

The head of the walker turned, and with a pull of the trigger, the heavy blaster cannons shot through the mist, but it continued on regardless. The clone pilot watched in quiet horror as the mist seemed to phase through the cockpit and past him as if it was never there.

The others, distracted by the bubbles surrounding them, no longer coming from just one direction, didn’t notice the pilot slumping forward as blood leaked out of his armor as if he had been struck by millions of needles. The fog moved around the walker before finding a few tubes within the machine and went through them, just like the rest of the machine.

Leaving it behind with constant chemicals and fuel pouring out of it before a random spark as something sharp scraped against the metal ignited the fuel. The flame ate it all up traveling up the trail before the AT-TE burst into flames, the crew manning it screaming and getting off of it.

Other walkers began to fall, clones picked off by bubbles incapacitating them, others by a shadowy blur that moved faster than the soldiers bred and trained from birth to serve the Republic could blink. Obi-Wan Kenobi sensed it as it moved through clones who froze on the spot before falling over buckets of blood gushing out of their armor as if it had millions of holes.

He raised his hand, and with some concentration, the Force came to his call and pushed against the wall of mist that was thicker than the rest of it, dispersing it, and then raised a Force shield, keeping it at bay as it clung to his barrier. He glanced at Anakin, who was doing the same thing he was while protecting his apprentice, something Obi-Wan was proud to see Anakin becoming a good teacher to, even if he didn’t fully agree with what and how he was teaching her.

Though, he should take the time to properly teach her a Force shield, for she would surely need it if she was apprenticed to Anakin, he idly thought to himself.

With another push, he and Anakin dispersed the odd mist that was killing so many, with a sizable chunk of it now scattered, one piece going through a duracrete pillar to a building and going straight through it. Not long after, the duracrete cracked and chipped where the mist had gone before breaking apart entirely, centered around where the mist had made contact.

The two veteran Jedi’s eyes narrowed. How they had managed that perplexed them both, but the two realized the dire situation, especially since the majority of the clones were busy popping bubbles with blasters to focus on the other threats picking them off.

Or they were until something heavy landed not far from them, and following the warning through the Force, Obi-Wan brought his azure blade up and was pushed back several meters by a giant figure that dispersed more of the mist from the force of their sword strike.

The armored figure's head gleamed like polished silver, wearing, oddly enough, a massive black cloak embroidered with blood-red clouds that were seamlessly blended in with the rest of the cloak, telling anyone with a modicum of understanding of skill that whoever designed it was very talented.

Why a suit of armor would need a cloak like that was beyond any of them, but for whatever reason, the suit ignored the clones like Captain Frodo shooting it and charged for him. It was powerful and surprisingly fast for its size but not enough to catch Obi-Wan off guard. He blocked and diverted most of the force from the strike and continued to do so from the series of blows that would have crushed a regular Jedi Knight if they could even keep up.

But then again, there were no regular Jedi Knights anymore. This war saw to that. Obi-Wan blocked and dodged where he could, playing to his preferred form's strength of pure defense, the Force imbuing his body with far greater strength and durability, allowing him to withstand the strikes that just a moment ago were pushing him back.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelled out in concern, already moving to assist him. Seeing an opening, Obi-Wan took it when his enemies' relentless assault led to them overextending and tried to spear him with that sword that, oddly enough, could withstand his lightsaber despite the areas around it glowing from the intense heat.

He pivoted on his foot leaning out of the way at an odd angle and countered with a strike aimed for the elbows of the suit or droid since he didn’t quite know what it was only to have his eyes widen minutely when his blade hissed, burning through the cloak that hid the rest of it but it didn’t cut the arms off.

He backed away, dodging the backhand that would have hurt quite a bit had it landed before the armored titan grabbed a second sword and drew it, charging right for him. He caught one blade, but the other came up fast enough that he didn’t have time to block it while holding the other at bay.

Instead of being gutted by not only a vicious attack but also one that would have caused great pain, Anakin stepped in, blocking the strike with his teeth gritted as his feet slid back across the ground.

“A new droid model?” He huffed out before exchanging strikes with the armored figure, who was faring surprisingly well against the two, managing to not only hold its own but even pressuring them.

“I don’t think so," Obi-Wan said, trying to figure out just what this thing was. It was far more capable than a droid, even one of the Magnaguards wasn’t this skilled. Not that those droids weren’t, any droid that could even slightly pressure the two Jedi was not something to be taken lightly.

But they were never enough to handle both Obi-Wan Kinobi and Anakin Skywalker simultaneously. Anakin was trying his best but quickly realized his strikes were ineffective against the rest of the armored figure as Obi-Wan had discovered with the few openings that Anakin managed to get.

Something Obi-Wan found odd while he avoided the two swords slicing through the air and carving through almost everything in their path, completely ignoring Anakin, who was hacking away at it, and none of it was doing a thing.

Ahsoka had entered the fray, leaping atop the head, lightsaber igniting before she thrust it down, only to look on in surprise, seeing it didn’t do a thing. “What is this thing made of?!”

“Grrr! No idea, Snips, but it’s going down all the same.” Anakin bit out, backing away with Ahsoka leaping off when a sword swung overhead in a casual twirl of the weapon as it didn’t even bother looking at either of them.

“Kenobi.” A voice said from the large figure, it rasped and hissed his name with such hate. “To think a weakling like you took everything from me.” A bitter laugh escaped before it rushed in, pressuring Obi-Wan before it turned and got blasted by a dual Force Push from Anakin and Ahsoka.

They sent the armored figure sliding back and slamming into a nearby building, causing chunks of the building to break off and bury the figure in rubble.

“With that taken care of, we need to get this situation under control.” Anakin looked around, seeing the chaos before him with several clones missing, plenty injured, and several armored walkers now out of commission, making this battle much more difficult.

It also didn’t help that the three were watching for a moment the tide of bubbles pushing through the mist with the clones entrenching themselves to pop them with blasters. Never in any of their lives did they ever think they would see something so absurd and surreal.

They looked towards one another before nodding. The three centered themselves before throwing their hands out after the clones were ordered to get out of the way before a Force Push not only pushed the bubbles back but also popped them all while creating a tunnel in the mist that gave them a view straight ahead.

The three and a few of the clones, capable of being aware of the situation around them while still in the thick of the fighting, saw a figure on the building several blocks from them. A cloaked figure wearing dark robes similar to the one they had just dealt with was sitting with their legs dangling off one of the tallest buildings.

They raised their hand and gave a wave towards them before the mist began to reclaim the empty space like water filling an empty cup, it shifts and moves to take all the space it can. Anakin gave the figure an intense look, a frown marred his face. He stepped forward ready to confront who he assumed was the one responsible for attacking his men and all the odd things happening around them.

The Force slowed through him and even though it couldn’t fully pinpoint they were the cause of it, Anakin himself as far as he was concerned they were the one he needed to deal with. Just when he was about to give his orders to Rex and the boys a blur slammed into him sending him tumbling back before he reoriented himself, boots skidding against the ground before he and the others looked to see a woman standing where he had been.

She had wavy white hair that ended at her jawline and ruby red eyes, but her three most notable traits were the white feline ears that twitched atop her head, the tail that snaked through the air behind her, and her hands tipped with claws that were disproportionately bigger than the rest of her body.

Like the metal giant, she wore a black as night cloak with red clouds seamlessly woven into it with a black undersuit underneath that clung tightly to her body. It was modified to allow for better movement compared to the other one, with the parts around her legs both shorter and with slits along the legs.

Her arms were held behind her neck like a child that was bored and was trying to find something to entertain them. She all but skipped forward, head tilting as she looked at the three with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan's guards up.

Anakin would grudgingly admit to respecting the speed with which she managed to sneak past his senses. It wouldn’t happen again. Before any of them or the remaining clones by their sides could say or do anything, the rubble under the building shifted and cracked before a silver blur charged out of it and slammed into Obi-Wan.

“Kenobi!!!” The voice sounded insane, driven to levels of anger and hate Anakin never thought he would ever feel in his life. Credit to Obi-Wan, he managed to block the sword strike while the figure practically picked him up and ran off, crashing through a wall on a nearby building.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin started to go and help his former master only to stop when the woman appeared in front of him in a sudden burst of speed.

“Let them have their fun, you can play with me.” Her smile was not a gentle one, it sent shivers down Anakin's spine when a malevolent aura surged out from her. But Anakin wasn’t afraid, it was more an instinctual feeling, one that he rose above when his lightsaber was held at the ready, his eyes narrowed.

“Alright, let’s give her a good time, Snips,” He said, momentarily looking towards Ahsoka, who was on the other side of her twin lightsabers, ignited and ready to fight.

Anakin was thankful he made time to teach her to use both of them since most Jedi struggled to even use one. Sad it took a galactic war to make those that survived Geonosis realize their subpar skills weren’t enough.

The woman merely smiled at them patronizingly, making Anakin realize something wasn’t right. Ahsoka felt two large orbs press into her back before arms gently yet firmly wrapped around her throat and arms, with her mouth near her ear.

“So cute that an adorable little girl like you wants to play with such dangerous weapons. How about you let Pitou and him do their dance and you can play with big sister?" The voice said huskily before a wet feeling presented itself on Ahsoka’s cheek, running up towards her ear.

Ahsoka gritted her teeth and whirled with her twin blades aimed to kill the creep that just did that. The figure leaped back, Ahsoka and Anakin for a brief moment looked at the figure, surprised she managed to sneak up on both of them.

She was beautiful. Golden hair, with the ends of her hair ending in spirals almost like the ends of drills, sapphire blue eyes, and a figure that would make most lesser men shake at the knees. Unlike the feline near humans' outfit, hers revealed a lot of skin. It was the same black with red clouds, but hers showed plenty of legs, her chest exposed with ample cleavage on display.

She crouched low before licking her lips and giving Ahsoka a smug smirk. “Neferpitou, you handle him. I’ll handle the little girl.”

Pitou looked at her out of the corner of her eye before nodding and attacking Anakin. Ahsoka wanted to wipe the trail of saliva off of her but knew better than to risk that with someone who managed to sneak up on her. She was fast and capable as Ahsoka rushed to meet her as she pulled a lightsaber out and clashed with Ahsoka.

They exchanged a few blows with Ahsoka quickly realizing something. “You're inexperienced with a lightsaber.” Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile and try not to laugh as the woman’s smile turned into a frown. Ahsoka felt the warning through the Force as she leaned back and blocked another follow-up strike with her using both lightsabers in reverse grip trying to evade and move past her defenses only for her to keep up with Ahsoka.

Anakin was faring better than Ahsoka, managing to keep up with Pitou, the only downside was he was on the defensive. She bounced off of everything, using her strength, speed, and acrobatics to attack from unpredictable angles both on the ground and in the air.

Anakin would grudgingly admit she was good. Enough so she was avoiding his counters and only attacking when she created an opening using the generated momentum when he hadn’t gotten his blade up in time to strike. Anakin wasn’t Obi-Wan, he preferred being on the offensive, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t picked up a thing or two from sparring and fighting alongside his former master.

Pitou leaped off the side of a building, slamming and shattering the duracrete where Anakin had been before he pivoted and stepped away, countering with a powerful overhead blow that would have hit her head before she smugly smiled and leaned back, then leaped back and then up.

She ricocheted before Anakin saw his opening. She slammed where his back would have been, and Anakin fell back onto his knowledge of Ataru and jumped and flipped so he was facing Pitou. Her eyes widened with Anakin smugly smiling before he struck down where her neck was. She raised her arm just when the blow would have struck true, and instead of burning through and severing the arm, the off angle of the strike bounced off but not without leaving behind a nasty burn.

His eyes widened while he leapt and moved back with Pitou herself across from him wincing before she frowned and looked at the wound he had inflicted. The outfit now had a burnt hole in it with her skin red and already forming blisters.

Ahsoka was leaping around and using the wide open spaces to her advantage with Ataru helping her. But the woman dressed like a Hutt’s harem girl merely moved alongside her, easily keeping pace and oddly enough getting better with the lightsaber as the fight went on. She was incredibly aggressive, enough so that Ahsoka would call it suicidal. She would charge in forcing Ahsoka to not commit to a strike when it would get both of them killed.

She was midair before the mystery woman leapt up spinning midair before kicking down with an axe kick that Ahsoka narrowly avoided when the Force warned her. She countered with a wide arcing double slash that would have bisected the woman only for her to bend in an unnatural way that would have snapped a normal sentients spine.

While she bent backwards and Ahsoka couldn’t see her arms, one snaked its way out and almost took Ahsoka's wrist off had she not pulled it back in time. The two landed and moved across from each other.

Some clones fired at her back only for her to slip out of the way of shots her body bending and moving in such a way to appear mostly normal as if anyone could do it but Ahsoka could tell that what she did was something only a Jedi could do, and even then of the few she could think of that could pull that off was Master Luminara courtesy of her species. She smiled before turning and quickly cutting the clones down with their screams cut short.

Ahsoka was slow to react by the time it was too late, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t avenge them. Her weapons clashed with the single lightsaber, the blades crackled and hissed before the woman’s free hand grabbed both of her wrists, her grip iron clad as Ahsoka went wide eyed.

Anakin not failing to notice his apprentices struggles raised his hand and with some effort lifted a large chunk of a building that moved in a straight line for the woman that was about to kill Ashoka. The woman’s smile was wiped off her face when her head snapped towards the piece of rubble that slammed into her and sent her flying away from Ahsoka who pulled back now that the grip was gone.

The chunk of duracrete crashed into a nearby building with a wet splat that made Ahsoka want to wince. Just the idea of what was left of her body had Ahsoka feeling somewhat bad for her, then she remembered the creepy lick as she shook her head about to help her master but he waved her off.

“Go help Obi-Wan Snips, I got this.” She hesitated briefly but the confident smile and nod from Anakin gave Ahsoka some reassurance her master had it handled.

Pitou moved to intercept her only to dodge and step back when Anakin almost got her with his lightsaber again. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Pitou was now frowning, annoyed that his weapon with a glancing blow managed to do that much damage to her arm when she even used Ryu on the limb concentrating all her aura into it and it still did that much damage. If she had used Ten she likely would have lost her arm.

Yet Pitou couldn’t hide the smile that bloomed across her face. It was all teeth, happiness that she was getting a challenge even if it was for different reasons than what she would have preferred. His weapon is what gave him the advantage and that she couldn’t go all out for fear of losing her life.

She didn’t mind if she died in service to Tobi, she just didn’t want to leave him alone when he still needed her. “Of course not. Not when you're right where you need to be kept, and your men are handled… mostly.” She tacked on noting what was left of them.

There were still a decent amount left but they were not in any shape to continue this battle. Anakin glanced around and realized he had done what they wanted. He shook his head, smiling and looking down on her.

“Not like you can stop me.” He said, feeling like this was just a rehash of his days as a Jedi youngling dealing with the others that looked down on him because of how different he was. They all learned quickly when he got good with a lightsaber it was best to not get on his bad side.

She just smiled even bigger like she knew something he didn’t. “On my own? Maybe. Maybe not. But with help, we can keep you here all day.” Her tail whipped through the air as Anakin's eyes widened.

Then something stabbed itself into his back where there was no armor. He turned in time to see the same woman he had crushed under that debris unharmed and giving him a creepy smile that was far too big for a human to have.

Chaos Gacha-
[Solution Epsilon]
|Elite Familiar|
Overlord - A slime assassin maid who has a gentle caring sister personality covering for a sinister and sadistic demeanor. Solution is a greater slime who is greatly resistant to physical attacks and has vast amounts of space contained in her acidic body, being able to use it as storage or stomach as she is capable of controlling what she melts. She can also emit poison from her body. In addition, she is a very skilled maid and assassin. Does not have access to inventory.