Oh No, It Gets Worse

[Warning: Old draft.]

The ground was still shaking. Debris tumbled from the gilded ceiling, chandeliers swayed precariously, and the nobles were screaming like frightened pigeons as they scrambled for the exits. The sky outside? Oh, that was a whole other problem—an unnatural swirl of colors that should not exist in any sane reality.

And yet, Argider found herself, once again, as the only person expected to deal with this mess. Typical.

She let out a slow, measured breath before throwing her hands in the air. "You know what? Fine. What now? Is reality breaking again? Are the gods finally sending me an apology letter? Or—" She paused mid-rant, narrowing her eyes at the mysterious figure standing far too casually in the chaos. "Did you bring whatever eldritch nightmare is currently ruining my day?"