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... onishment, eyes wide as saucers, watching her descend like an angry divine meteor.
For a moment, it was like a painting—
Majestria’s hair flowed like a storm, her glowing fists poised to deliver holy violence.
"NO ONE RUINS MY DRESS AND LIVES!" she roared in a voice deep enough to scare thunder itself.
BOOM.
She crashed down onto the chicken’s skull, and Celemothy let out a screech so loud it probably woke up the demon king three countries over.
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