"So be it."
Not a syllable wasted. Not a motion imperfect. A single nod from her was equivalent to a strategy forged in steel.
As she rose, sleeves trailing like clouds, her handmaidens stared with inner reverence.
'She is grace itself. No demon nor god could break her rhythm.'
'Even a kami would bow before my lady!'
'Surely, no man could ruffle her perfection.'
Lady Tsukikage turned toward the crystal scrying pool.
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Scientific Community
The Hall of Madness – Undisclosed Location
Screaming. Smoke. Glowing anatomical diagrams rotating in midair. And in the middle of it all, shirtless under his lab coat and covered in ink runes, stood Dr. Elias Roht, evolutionary mage-biologist and high priest of academic insanity.
"THEY'RE SOON LIVE," he screamed at no one in particular, arms raised like a prophet struck by thunder. "THE STREAM IS GOING LIVE ANY MOMENT AND I CAN SMELL THE PHEROMONE DATA THROUGH MY SCREEN!"
