A colossal, quivering mass of putrefied slime towers over the battlefield like a living avalanche of death. This abomination is not merely a slime — it is the concentrated essence of rot and undeath given horrific form. Its body is a translucent, sickly gray-green ooze shot through with veins of blackened corruption. Within its gelatinous bulk float hundreds of bones, skulls, ribcages, and half-dissolved corpses in various states of decay, all slowly tumbling as if caught in a slow, eternal whirlpool. Some skeletons still twitch with unholy animation, their bony fingers scraping uselessly against the inside of the blob.

Foul, milky ichor constantly weeps from its surface, hissing where it touches the ground and leaving trails of blackened, sterile earth. The stench of advanced decomposition, grave soil, and necrotic magic surrounds it — thick enough to choke the living. Where normal slimes might have a faint glow, this creature pulses with a sickly, purple-green bioluminescence that emanates from clusters of trapped souls faintly visible as screaming faces deep within its mass.