Finn stood in the doorway, silently judging every soul in the room like a bitter reality show contestant.
There he was. The golden boy. The Chosen One™. The anime protagonist with proper lighting and brushed teeth. Surrounded by fangirls and praise. While Finn looked like a half-drowned raccoon carrying three freeloaders and a depression arc.
His eye twitched.
Ardin stood at the center, armor shinning still—somehow (of course), doing a weird thumbs up + wink combo that actually got giggles from the crowd. His biceps practically had their own gravitational pull. A sparkle glinted off his teeth with an actual ting! sound effect like the universe was his editor.
"HAHA, AND THEN I SLICED THE SLIME MONSTER IN HALF—WITH JUST ONE SWING!" Ardin boasted.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
