Chapter 39: The Poultrypocalypse Begins
Celemothy loomed over the rooftop, his massive, absurdly overgrown chicken body casting a dramatic shadow over the misfit squad—and also Arsenio, who barely qualified as a background character.
The entire scene looked like a rejected Soulsborne mod.
Finn squinted up at the feathered monstrosity, clothes worn out, hair wild, body covered in sweat. "Oh this fat chicken is so going down," he muttered. "And when it does? I’m having a fried feast."
So naturally, Finn did what any tactical genius would do in the heat of battle:
He tried to trip the chicken.
He stretched his arm out with that smug finesse...
And pulled it back like a king commanding divine slapstick.
Ezgar’s eyes shot open in horror. "NO—!"
And then...
Nothing.
A dull silence.