Virelia – A Few Hours Later
The sky above still buzzed with residual cosmic energy, the kind that hung around like the smell of fireworks after a festival. Somewhere in the grand halls of the Celestial Monarch Palace, Adams—the so-called "Chew Man," destroyer of realms and accidental fear icon—sat slumped on a velvet couch.
He looked… done.
Slouched, arms crossed, face in that awkward "please let me vanish" look that only showed up when you were facing the deadliest of all opponents:
Your parents.
And they were all here.
His mother, Freya, stood in front of him, arms folded with that terrifying maternal stillness. Her golden eyes burned with a mix of concern and disappointment, a combo that somehow hurt worse than any divine lightning bolt. Her hair was braided in a crown above her head, but her aura? Oh, it was Mom Level 9000.
