WAR AGAINST NOTHING

Reality frayed like old parchment. Nishanth's gold coins dissolved into static. Seraphina's sword lost its edge—not dulled, but forgotten.

"It's eating meaning," Lilith hissed, her demonic ledger flickering. "First Belgium, now sarcasm? What's next—tax fraud?!"

Zara's golden hand gleamed defiantly. "Joke's on it—I never understood sarcasm anyway."

A wave of void washed over the speakeasy. When it cleared:

The whiskey bottles now held warm milk

Nishanth's suit was beige cardigan

Seraphina's armor read: "HUG ENTHUSIAST"

[ VOID PROGRESS: 25% – DELETED: IRONY, CONFLICT, THE CONCEPT OF "INTEREST" ]

Location: The Alchemist's Lair

A goth teenager in a "Nietzsche is My Bae" hoodie stirred a cauldron of existential dread.