Her tail whipped around like a divine slap from a frustrated mother and smacked the creature into a snowbank so deep only its tail stuck out like a sad frozen flag.
The remaining monsters took one collective look…
…at Raya.
…at us.
…at Raya again.
Then they ALL sprinted away in utter, terrified silence.
Fast.
Terrifyingly fast. Leaving dust trails.
IN A SNOW REALM.
The dungeon boss? Never showed its face. Smart.
And then—Lady Seraphine did the unforgivable. She slid on her sunglasses.
INSIDE A DUNGEON. Dark. Snowy. Zero sunlight. Shiny black lenses catching the glow of frost like she was about to drop an album. She sipped her coffee. "Cowards."
I stared at her. "I… do not think sunglasses are necessary underground."
"They're for the aesthetic," she said, adjusting the frames.
Coffi nodded solemnly beside her. "It's called fashion. Keep up."
Raya purred—both heads at once—like a giant demonic cat pleased with herself.
