There are many types of glares.
Your friend's glare when you forget their birthday.
Your teacher's glare when you mess up your presentation.
The divine glare of a bear you accidentally soul-bound to yourself after killing his besties.
That last one? Yeah. That's my life right now.
After listening to the cryptic prophecy of that laughing maniac Trickster—which I totally didn't understand, by the way, because vague poetic nonsense is clearly not my native language—I found myself right back where the universe screwed me over last time.
The forest where my legendary, totally fair and definitely one-sided victory against the Alpha Bear concluded.
A few minutes ago, I was in a divine realm… designed by someone with taste as terrible as a dog who pees on a pole and calls it art.
Then the Trickster burned the last of his existence and the realm shattered. The Trickster died.
