That's Pot Goblin-sama to you buster

“Fel…la”
You decide to keep walking closer towards the voice. It starts becoming louder and more frequent.
“Felllll..lllaaa. Felllllllllaaaaa”
From the corner of your eye you see it. But it’s too late
You have become today’s meal for the immortal big chungus
He still ages. He still hungers. He still feels pain. He cannot die and yet something died in him years ago that can’t be revived. He lurks as an animal husk who survives solely on instinct
Beware of the pot goblin sama