Dance Show off?

Alden stood up from his chair like a man who had just unlocked the secrets of the universe.

"Mokah", he called out with the confidence of someone about to do something incredibly stupid but absolutely committed to it, "I challenge you."

The monkey, still lounging on a floating boulder and casually tossing grapes into his mouth, raised a brow. "Hm? What now?"

"A dance battle," Alden declared, his tone dead serious. "But… the winner will be whoever dances the worst."

There was a pause.

Mokah blinked once.

Then smirked. "Interesting."

And just like that, the final round—the ultimate Dance of Disharmony—was officially on.

He was going to show this damned monkey what true rhythm looked like.

Or, well, the lack of it.

He was going to use Gretta's most cursed dance—the one that defied music, gravity, and basic human dignity—to defeat him.

Why didn't I think of it before?