Finn looked around.
"Wait… where the hell is Chestelle?"
How could he forget her? For the last hour she'd been practically glued to his side. Clinging to him. Breathing weirdly. Occasionally whispering things like "your bones are shaped funny" when no one was looking.
Now?
Gone.
"Where is she..?"
"Right here," said a voice directly behind his ear.
"OH SHIT—!"
Finn jumped like a feral cat caught with a fleshlight. He spun 180 degrees mid-air.
And there she was.
Chestelle.
Standing perfectly still.
Directly behind where he was standing.
Majestria flinched. Even she hadn't sensed her—and she was a literal goddess.
Chestelle smiled sweetly, like she hadn't just violated every known law of spatial reality. Under her arm was a book, tucked tight like a sacred text. Something about it looked… familiar.
She held it out proudly.
"I see you got to read her cool book," she said, tapping the cover with her fingernail. "I got mine too, see?"
Finn's soul recoiled.
