The Forest of Trials had become a theater of the absurd.
My two most elite, deadly, and serious commanders stood frozen, their weapons half-drawn, their faces a mask of pure, unadulterated horror.
Before them, Hibiki, the Demon King of this bizarre, muddy domain, stood in a pose that was a crime against both nature and good taste.
He was a mountain of muscle, clad only in a pair of crimson briefs, a fluffy white bunny tail, and a pair of long, twitching rabbit ears.
His smile was one of pure, blissful ecstasy.
"Come, my lovely executioners!" he chirped, his voice a high-pitched, cheerful sound that made my teeth ache. "Deliver unto me the sweet, sweet punishment I so richly deserve, pyon!"
I ran a hand over my face, a feeling of profound, cosmic exhaustion washing over me.
This was my life now.
I was the king of a traveling circus of freaks, and I had just found our new star attraction.
