The chamber cracked again.
Not from divine judgment.
From MILFs.
Celestia's voice sliced through the chamber. "You should've warned us."
Seraphine didn't flinch. "Warned you? About a veiled ghost MILF who rewrites aura laws with a blink?"
"She touched him first!" the Queen snapped, glyphs burning behind her eyes. "You let her near his soul!"
"You both did," the Matron said quietly.
Talraine said nothing. She was just watching me.
The glyphs on the floor spun red, gold, and black.
[System Alert – Bond Axis Unstable]
[Multiple MILF Syncs Entering Conflict]
[CROWN STRUCTURE: Fracturing]
Crownrift Detected. Initiating Containment Trial.
"Nope," I muttered. "We're not doing this today—"
Too late.
The world folded.
I landed in the same throne room.
But it wasn't real.
Not anymore.
The sky above was stitched in divine sigils. The marble glowed with system blood. And five thrones hovered around me in a star-shaped ring—each throne pulsing with a different aura.
