#154
Adna, of all people, had the audacity to say that?
If anyone deserves a lifetime achievement award in emotional cluelessness, it’s her. She’d sweep the Emotional Ignorance Olympics without breaking a sweat.
#153
The dense wall of text vanished, leaving only a hazy afterimage that clouded my thoughts. I struggled to process what had just happened.
Ultimate HappyHappy?
Why? How? How the hell did Happy God manage to—?
#152
Adna had already smashed my door down with an axe once before, so the second the knocking started again, I rushed to open it. Better that than hearing it turn into splintering wood.
#151
I felt a twinge of guilt as I lied. “…Just thinking how unsettling it is not knowing who might be a Watched One.”
The possibility that Nyapoleon or Insanity could be wandering the Cathedral halls right now was concerning.
#150
My eyes fluttered open, and there he was… Athanas, gazing at me in silence as he lay beside me. Still groggy from sleep, I blinked a few times trying to make sense of the situation.
#149
When I blinked awake, the room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of morning light.
What the hell?
Did I really just fall asleep like that?
My headache was gone, and I felt oddly refreshed, which honestly only made me more uneasy.
#148
“This is the Holy Cathedral, and you’re under the Saint’s protection. If you truly felt threatened by Marcello Teres, you could have requested judgment against him. But you didn’t.” Athanas’s words struck like acid rain, eating through my already paper-thin defense.
#147
As I stood there, lost in thought, what Reyes said about distortion suddenly came to mind. The most terrifying thing about it isn’t just being under its influence, but knowing you’re affected, knowing you have the power to break free... and choosing not to.
#146
“So, the second we draw our swords, it’s a fight to the death?”
It was a absolute mess of a duel.
The air crackled with tension, thick and electric—less like some formal historical duel and more like the moment before a storm breaks. No crowd watched with bated breath, no officials inspected their weapons, none of that ceremonial garbage.
#145
Let’s be honest, you’d have to be abnormal to even entertain the thought that the Dark Realm was real.
Yeah, the devs love to hype it up with their fancy marketing jargon, claiming it’s “modeled after the deepest layers of reality” or whatever.
#144
I clutched my head as the message window popped up, letting out a scream of pure frustration.
“Are you actively trying to screw me over? F*ck, why! Why! Why the hell would you pull something like that right before leaving?”
#143
Pandemonium’s grip on my hand loosened so suddenly that I nearly lost my balance. I stumbled back a step, caught between confusion and wariness. His nonchalant tone only made it worse.