The first thing that the new consciousness did as it slowly gained awareness was, in all honesty, panic. For a moment, it felt itself melting and slowly yet constantly losing form, making it think that its body had somehow disintegrated or was otherwise defective. However, after a few moments of blindly wondering if it was going to die, the new awareness finally realized what was going on. 

A Slime. 

The entire body was that of a slime. 

Taking a few moments to gather itself, the awareness gathered its bearings. It's name... its name was Airan. Yes, that was it. It was a slime, wearing a giant suit of armour - wait what? Taking another moment, the new awareness, aptly named Airan, realized that the slime was, in fact, wearing a suit of armour. Why it was doing so was a mystery, but Airan did not think that it could leave the suit of armour - yet. And because the slime had done so, Airan saw no reason to. 

Slowly forcing the suit of armour into a kneeling position from the dead, crumpled form it had been in before, Airan looked around and saw companions - others. It tried to call out to them, to ask them questions, but it was then that the last surprise came.

Silence. Dead silence. 

Airan could form no words. 

Forced into a silent panic once again, Airan realized that there was nothing it could do - it was not that Slimes could not talk, it was that it could not talk. Seeing that it had no alternative, it began doing as everyone else did and gravitated towards the centre statue in the room, silently envying everyone around it who was making small comments.