And then I saw her. Lady Seraphine stood at the center of the devastation.
Naked. There was no other word for it. Her gown—gone. Reduced to nothing. Her skin was smeared with blood and mud, wounds half-healed, glowing faintly where Qi still stitched flesh together. Her hair was wild, dark strands snapping in the wind that had returned only to circle her, as if it answered to her alone.
Light clung to her body—golden and blue—shimmering just enough to obscure what decency demanded not be seen. Not deliberately. Not mercifully. Just… there, like the world itself had decided to apply censorship out of sheer terror.
But I knew. We all knew. She was naked. I turned my head away immediately, jaw tight, cheeks burning—not from embarrassment alone, but from something deeper. Instinct. Respect. Survival.
Then she screamed. "EVERYONE DO NOT LOOK AT ME OR I SWEAR I WILL FART QI ALL OF YOU—"
