Safalius swung the god-tier mop in a wide arc to erase the last remaining S-rank calamity from the divine council room. He leaned against the wooden handle and wiped a streak of monster grime from his brow.
Deep within the cosmic void, the eldritch hive mind panicked at the sudden loss of its invasion force. It channeled the entirety of its remaining power to manifest a final, desperate avatar directly inside the Citadel.
The pristine marble floor cracked open to allow a colossal, galaxy-consuming monstrosity to erupt from the center of the sanctum. Countless razor-sharp tentacles whipped wildly across the room as the ultimate boss screeched its absolute dominance over the realm.
During its chaotic arrival, one of the massive tentacles violently clipped Safalius's plastic bucket. The container tipped over and spilled soapy water all across the freshly cleaned tiles.
