The skies of Milforia sparkled like they'd just witnessed a divine birth—and in a way, they had. Clouds shaped like thighs parted above the Grand Cathedral as Henry, now officially the Squishcendent, floated down like a sacred dumpling returning to its sauce.
His cheeks glowed with gentle radiance.
His aura? Dumb and divine.
His pants? Nonexistent.
Moistessa whispered with awe, "His glutes are casting shadows. Actual shadows."
Climaxa wiped a tear. "He's perfect. Like if enlightenment had a six-pack and forgot how to button a shirt."
Henry landed softly on the cathedral floor, which had mostly crumbled into ruins, flower petals, and one statue that was still moaning softly in the corner. He blinked a few times and asked the most Henry question possible:
"…Did I pee a little?"
Seraphina caught him in a hug, immediately wrapping her arms around his glowing torso. "You passed out mid-deity battle. You're allowed a little moist leak."
