I'd fought divine Sentinels. Claimed five MILFs. Crashed a system.
But nothing… nothing could prepare me for this.
My status screen was a nightmare.
The system was still sparking.
No, literally—my interface kept flickering like it was choking on a wedding cake made of glitch-flavored memory threads.
Lines of trait data scrolled past faster than I could blink. Every screen swipe opened three more. Skills. Titles. Passive layers. Traits. Bond flags. Divine sync errors. Half of them sounded made up. The other half probably were.
[Passive Gained: Eternal Bridegasm Memory]
...what the hell is this.
I held still, trying not to break anything just by breathing.
