Buzzy's Trial

As Henry and Seraphina emerged from the sacred silence of Mistress Bibliotheca's library, their minds were stuffed with forbidden knowledge, dangerous secrets, and an uncomfortable amount of illustrations featuring extremely flexible women summoning tentacles with their thighs.

The heavy doors behind them vanished—literally. Just poof—like a fart in the wind.

"Did the door just disappear?" Henry blinked.

Seraphina sheathed her sword. "Magic doors do that. Or it got bored of us. Either works."

Before them stretched a long velvet hallway, lined with statues of extremely busty warrior women locked in suggestive poses. One of the statues was somehow licking its own elbow while holding a sword between its thighs. Henry stared.

"Stop ogling the architecture," Seraphina muttered.

"I wasn't ogling, I was… appreciating the craftsmanship."

"Sure. And I read the scrolls for the plot."