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And anyway... it doesn’t matter. Bitch Brick deserves to suffer. Deserves to feel an ounce of the misery I’ve endured.
With a cry, I raise a hand toward Sandra. More shields shimmer to life. Their edges refract the harsh orange-blue light, gently encasing Sandra in a protective, loving hug she doesn’t yet understand.
“Don’t worry, my poor, simple Sandra,” I whisper, furious yet strangely detached. “I’ll stop her. And I’ll get my Ginga Ninja back. Just like before.” I smile. My eyes glisten.
“No, Lexie! You’re not well,” she shrieks, lost to her delusion, slapping her freckled hands against the radiant prison of love. “Please don’t do this!”
But I’m already turning back to the main event. To Bitch Brick, my lips quiver with renewed hatred. Look at her. The so-called High Chieftainess. Thief of minds. Queen of pity votes. Pinned like a smear of insect on glass.
Each wheezing breath from her crushed lungs sounds like a sat-on whoopee cushion. All that power—crumpled beneathme.
One more squeeze. One more twist—and she’ll pop like a zit no one ever wanted.
Then—
The airchanges. Heavy. Electric.
A scream rips through the chamber—not sound, butpower.
Krogoth.
He crashes through like a divine storm in armor. Cloak billowing. His purple-hazel eyes burning with utter fury, vortexes appear, shifting to become cosmic waffle fries.
“PEBBLES!” he roars. My blood turns to liquid nitrogen.
His power tears the room apart—machinery crumpling, murder-orbs disintegrating in lines of pure annihilation. He’s massive and terrifying.
But I don’t run. I’m blessed by two Gods.
I. Am. The Chosen.
His celestial lattice rips toward me at frightening speed, devouring everything in its path in perfect clean lines—pressing the delete button on reality.
“Oh,fuck—”
Frantically, I throw up shields—then more. A dome of divine light, layered like sanctified phyllo pastry. An unbreakable phalanx that the entire murder-bot fleet couldn’t break.
Crash. Crash. CRASH.
Each impact is a jackhammer to the soul. The weight of the universe shattering my barriers. One. Two. Three. More and more. Each one a stiletto heel through my temple.
I scream. Push. Burn. Channeling everything Divine Mother and Father gave me. The blast slams into my last shield. A crushing weight, threatening to rend my mind to pieces.
Finally—a blessing from the Gods—his waffle fries of death disappear along with my last barrier.
I gasp. Trembling. Sweat-drenched.
“SEE?I AM THE STRONGEST!” I laugh, high and cracked. “I AM THE MOST BELOVED!”
My legs wobble. Vision blurs. But I’m standing.
“Stop this, please!” Sandra shrieks from her glowing cage, slapping at it like a panicked hamster. “Before someone dies!”
But Krogoth Cringe-Eyes doesn’t look tired. Nope, not a bit. He stands large and in charge.Lively.My heart sinks to my frozen booties. He’s already summoning more vortex bombs, weaving them into tiny lattices this time—knives of void, aimed at Bitch Brick’s cage.
Theysliceforward, a cosmic hailstorm. I summon more barriers to fortify her prison. But they shatter like glass candy.
The cage splits open. Bitch Brick collapses to the floor, wheezing. Pale. Broken.
