Dungeon of Forgotten Clubs – Collapsed Chapel Chamber.
Time: Too late for sanity.
Mood: Explosive.
The ceiling dust hadn't even finished settling when negotiations collapsed into the most predictable outcome: total magical warfare.
Rei coughed violently from his thorn-chair prison. "This was supposed to be peace talks!" he wheezed. "P-E-A-C-E. Not… not a live-action battle royale featuring my girlfriends!!"
[System Clarification: You mean wives. Or dungeon-wives. Or fiancée-wives. Status unclear.]
[At this point, even I can't keep up with your marital status.]
"Don't you dare," Rei growled. "Don't you dare count the cursed printer marriages."
[Too late ♥]
The chamber transformed into a battlefield instantly.
Rosette stood poised, blades orbiting her like a steel halo, each one gleaming with the dim torchlight. Across from her, Drakana's wings unfurled to their full draconic span, filling half the ruined space with a shadow of flame and fang.
