Chapter 132
The smell of burning pastry filled the air.
Literally.
Smoke curled through the ruined street with hazy undertones of cinnamon and butter as Ghis hurled an exploding croissant at a shadow beast's face. It detonated with a sickly-sweet BOOM, blasting icing shrapnel and chunks of monster goo in every direction.
"This is not how I imagined the apocalypse to look," I yelled, smacking a voidling with the hilt of Moodrender.
Ghis, meanwhile, was grinning like a man who'd discovered both his purpose and a pastry-themed death wish. He summoned a flaming donut shield and held it aloft just in time to block a charging dog-sized void creature.
It leapt clean through the donut hole and headbutted him straight in the chest.
"Ugh…" Ghis wheezed as he crumpled like a soufflé in a thunderstorm.
