Crying. That's what Finn saw. The so-called badass warrior was practically crying at the sight of Majestria. His giant sword shook in his hands like a butter knife in a toddler's grip, trembling as if it could somehow protect him.
'This world cannot be real. This guy cannot be real,' Finn thought, staring in disbelief.
Everyone around was equally baffled, wearing expressions that ranged from what the hell? to is this dude serious? Meanwhile, Lickthorn had that predatory gleam in her eyes again—like she was already plotting how to pounce on this broken man later.
"S-Stay away! Don't come near me, I—I'm warning you!" the man stammered, his voice cracking like puberty had just hit him again.
Then, out of nowhere, Majestria's tone flipped. Sweet, melodic, dripping with fake divinity. "Do not worry, mortal. I am a goddess. The goddess of—"
