Chapter 25: No One Insults My Divine Rack
Majestria turned to Arsenio, who smiled at her—a smile that, to her, looked uncomfortably evil.
She huffed. "This trial will be easy. You’ll watch me glide through it." She ground her heel into Finn’s chest with a smug twist. "Unlike this loser. I actually have the spine to face my fears."
Arsenio chuckled. "I like your confidence. Let’s see if it survives the first sixty seconds."
Majestria removed her foot from Finn and strutted toward the center of the room. "Let’s go already. I don’t have all century."
The elf girl immediately knelt beside Finn, her choker pulsing faintly with concern. "Are you okay...?"
Finn gave a pervy grin. "Hehe... yeah." He groaned as he pushed himself up. "Worth it."
"Hurry it up!" Majestria barked from across the room, arms folded. "I’m not dying of old age in here!"
"Okay, okay..." Finn grumbled, grabbing the box as he followed Arsenio and the elf onto the floating balcony.
The three of them now stood above, looking down at Majestria—alone, proud, and clearly enjoying the attention.
"Come on already!" she shouted. "Close the wall and start the trial! I’ve got better things to do—like win."
Arsenio gave a polite nod. "Very well. Best of luck."