Finn squinted up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the light. "What the hell are they talking about—what thi—oh…"

There it was.

Far off in the distance, cutting across the horizon like a silent blade, an object floated through the air. It wasn't shaped like anything he recognized—it was too jagged for a ship, too steady for a rock, and too weird for literally anything normal.

It shimmered faintly in the light, shifting between black and gray, like it couldn't make up its damn mind what color it wanted to be.

'Is that… a flying ship? Or a flying rock? Actually—yeah, probably the rock. Knowing this world, it's a rock. A big, stupid rock defying gravity just to piss me off.'

He sighed internally, dead inside yet somehow still curious. 'This world just keeps throwing crap at me—but I think I'm starting to understand it. Everything here is insane. That's the rule. Insanity is the rule.'

Everyone else seemed equally confused, staring up like farmers seeing an airplane for the first time.

The edgy sword guy—whose name Finn still didn't even know or cared to know—stepped forward, his blade gleaming as he drew it. "Stay alert," he muttered. "It could be hostile."

Finn stared at him flatly. "Hostile? It's a dot. A floating dot. You think that's gonna fly over here and start stabbing people?"

"It doesn't matter," the swordsman said gravely, holding his stance. "A true warrior is always prepared."

Finn blinked twice. "…Okay, Nuts. Have fun fighting the atmosphere."

Theron just pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Why do things keep randomly showing up…"

Meanwhile, the rest of the group had apparently decided to just ignore the sky UFO entirely.

Seraphina was still wrestling Chestelle out of the cocoon while Chestelle giggled, rolling on it like she was five years old and found a bounce house. Sophia was yelling at Seraphina about giving her staff back, waving her hands like an angry teacher who'd finally snapped.

Lickthorn, of course, wasn't helping—she just stood there, biting her lip and watching the cocoon jiggle with a very different kind of fascination.

Finn deadpanned. 'Is sex seriously the only thing she thinks about? She's like a walking internet browser with fifty incognito tabs open.'

Chunkus had somehow acquired a pork chop from the void and was gnawing on it like a raccoon, while Raze stood beside him dramatically slicing invisible potatoes midair with full anime intensity.

Silvara was the only one acting remotely sane, arms to her side like she was at attention. studying the distant of the object. Like she was calculating its trajectory.

Isolde stayed closest to Finn, quietly tense—her fingers subtly twitching, invisible threads shimmering faintly as she kept her guard up.

Finn exhaled deeply, dragging a hand down his face. "None of this feels real anymore," he muttered, voice dry and defeated. "This doesn't feel like an aftermath of an horror adventure—it feels more like a fever dream someone forgot to wake me up from…"

Honestly, at this point, Finn was starting to think that if he ever saw a weirdly-behaving lamb and reached out to pet it, he'd just wake up back on Earth. Oh, how he wished that were the case. But no—this wasn't some dream he could slap himself out of. This was his life now.

Looking down at his mud-caked hands, he let out a quiet, hopeless laugh. What was his life anymore? One minute he was a college student who spent too much time online, and now he was knee-deep in slime guts with a goddess who treated him like a stress ball.

"So much for character development," he muttered to himself.

So much had happened in what—two, three, four maybe five days? It felt like years already. He'd fought monsters, died twice, got stomped by a divine ass, and now there was something flying in the sky that probably wanted to kill them.

Sometimes he couldn't even tell if this was all real anymore. Back on Earth, crazy stuff happened too—but at least it made sense. Somewhat. Here? Reality had taken a vacation and left him in charge.

He exhaled through his nose. "Why the hell am I even thinking about all this right now…"

Maybe his mind was starting to deteriorate. Maybe the lack of sleep, trauma, and divine stupidity around him was finally catching up. He didn't know. All he knew was that he felt like a background character in someone else's fever dream.

And just as he was spiraling, he noticed everyone else was finally—finally—looking at the thing in the sky.

"Oh great," he said flatly. "Now they focus on it again."

It didn't take long before the chaos started again.

Seraphina clasped her hands and fell to her knees. "It's a meteor! Sent by the Goddess herself to purge this sin-stained land!"

Lickthorn's face flushed bright red. "Oh, I know what it is~."

Finn blinked. "I'm not even gonna ask."

Chestelle tilted her head. "I think it's a head!"

Chunkus pointed, drooling slightly. "It looks like food."

Raze nodded solemnly. "A dark fallen angel descending from the heavens… hmph."

Majestria contributed nothing—mostly because she was still face-up in the mud, snoring like divine roadkill.

Meanwhile, the German maid company agents just stood there, silently watching the situation unfold with all the calm professionalism of people who'd seen way plenty of things in their lifetime.

Amid the arguing, shouting, and religious proclamations, Finn squinted up at the distant shape again.

"Wait a sec…" he said, voice dropping. "Is that thing… getting closer?"

A chill ran down his spine as the gray grey object in the sky began to grow larger—slowly, steadily, and unmistakably moving toward them.

Like a tornado, you could never really tell if it was moving—until it was too late.

Finn stepped back, his stomach twisting into knots as the thing in the sky grew larger and larger. The air carried a strange, distant whistle—soft at first, then rising, sharpening, until it was unmistakable. It wasn't the sound of wind or wings. It was the kind of noise you'd hear before something exploded.

His eyes widened. "That's… that's not good."

The whistling grew louder, sharper—eerily like an old Stuka dive bomber screaming down on a target. That same dreadful, mechanical pitch clawed at their ears as the gray object descended from the skies

Backing up even more, Finn felt the hair on his arms stand straight. Everyone else was starting to panic too—except, of course, for Chestelle.

She stood completely still, staring blankly at the falling object like someone watching a balloon deflate. "…It's comimg," she mumbled, blinking slowly.

Finn's eye twitched. "Yeah, great observation, Einstein."

Before he could yell at her to move, Isolde grabbed his arm, her grip tight. Her eyes—usually calm and composed—were filled with worry. "We need to move now, mister Finn!"

"Yeah, I don't need to be told twice!" he barked, already turning to run.

Theron had already sprung into motion, his hair whipping in the wind as he slammed his cane against the ground. Giving a nod towards Silvara for something.

Silvara, unfazed even as the whistling reached a deafening pitch, darted toward the cocoon. She crouched beside it, trying to pry something loose—probably the only person here with an actual plan.

Around them, Seraphina was dragging Chestelle by the arm while still arguing with Sophia about the damn staff, Chunkus was waddling away as fast as his gut allowed, and Raze was—because of course he was—spinning his dagger and muttering, "The darkness falls from the sky… hmph."

Finn's voice cracked. "Can you shut up about darkness for once!"

Chaos erupted once again. Mud flew, people shouted, and the screeching whistle now felt like it was right on top of them—like death itself was diving straight for their heads.

***

They all broke into a sprint—well, most of them.

Isolde grabbed Finn without warning, gliding through the air while holding him close like he was some kind of lost toddler. He hated every second of it. Not just because it was embarrassing, but because she was way stronger than he ever expected. He wasn't sure if she was flying, running, or just magically ignoring gravity, but whatever it was—it was faster than him. Probably.

Behind them, pure chaos unfolded. Chestelle was half-dragged by Seraphina, still laughing like this was a carnival ride. Sophia screamed about her staff. Chunkus was wheezing, his legs flailing like overcooked noodles. Raze tripped over a nothing mid-edgy monologue. And Majestria was still out cold, somehow being carried by nobody and everybody at once.

It was a disaster. A beautiful, catastrophic shit show.

And then—

BOOOOOOM!

The impact hit like thunder striking the earth. The object slammed into the swampy ground with a blinding flash, blasting a shockwave of mud, water, and debris in every direction. The force sent everyone flying—literally flung like ragdolls.

Finn barely had time to curse before Isolde lost her grip on him.

He slammed into the ground with a sickening thud, his vision blurring as the sound of chaos faded into a dull ringing hum.

Everything spun. His body ached. His eyes fluttered.

And then—

Everything went black again.

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