The collapsed tent fabric lay on top of all four of them, surprisingly heavy. It felt less like a blanket and more like being smothered to death.
What started as a bit of rustling quickly escalated into chaos—panicked screams, frantic movements, and limbs flailing everywhere.
Majestria, who had been strangling Finn moments before, now panicked the most. Her hands were still clamped around his throat, but instead of letting go, she just thrashed wildly, clawing at the fabric while accidentally tightening her grip.
Chestelle, of course, was still sound asleep. The one who had caused the collapse was now lying there peacefully, snoring through the chaos. Meanwhile, Lickthorn was giggling and wiggling happily, as if she were enjoying some kind of carnival ride.
Finn, trapped under it all, tried to calm the situation. "O-okay—everyone just stay—"
His words cut off into a muffled scream as Majestria's foot pressed hard onto his face.
