Divine Chaos

Argider's defiance shattered the dreamworld like a poorly crafted illusion, sending cracks through the space that had held her captive. The moment reality snapped back into place, she didn't land gracefully—oh no, that would be too dignified. Instead, she plummeted straight into Esmeralda with all the elegance of a tossed sack of cabbages. The two tumbled across the ruined throne room in a chaotic tangle of limbs, knocking over what little furniture had managed to survive the previous carnage.

Esmeralda groaned beneath her. "By the gods, Argider, must you always make an entrance like this?"

Before Argider could offer a witty retort (or at least roll off her flustered wife), the temperature in the room shifted. A force, ancient and absolute, settled upon the palace, warping reality itself. A crackling sound filled the air, as if the universe itself was sighing in exasperation, and then—a figure materialized.