I watched Riri heal the king and made sure to focus magic in my eyes. There are some things a witch shouldn’t interrupt, and I knew he’d be okay. His wounds were mended.

Mary tapped my shoulder. “Eerie, I need you to get us to the bottom floor. Depending on the boss, you will need to deal with it.”

“Me?”

She nodded. “You are the only one who can get us down there. Besides, everyone now knows my secret.”

I looked around, and several people kept their eyes glued to Mary. Her performance was spectacular, so I could sympathize with them. It reminded me of the first day I discovered she was an actress. But how would I get us to the bottom of the dungeon?

My map spread out and showed the lower floors. I opened my mouth wide. The twenty floors had all sorts of strong monsters at the end of each. The further it went down, the more full-wax creatures there were. Little blobs of wax sat on the grounds or ceilings. Small winged monsters flew from the lower floors upwards, making a steady increasing supply. It was like a factory of them, and at the epicenter a giant blob of white sat, like a sea.

I closed my eyes, and spread my magic into a circle, encompassing our little group. By the time I opened my eyes, a big purple circle spread out with intricate runes on the ground. It was a perfect light show for our future stage.

“Eerie wait!”

Mary started to say something, but it was too late. A bright purple light erupted, and we were transferred to the final stage of the dungeon. Once again, my cheeks were attacked by clawed hands this time.

“What part of ‘wait’ don’t you understand?” Mary asked, mushing my cheeks with her rough crocidillian scales.

“What’s the problem?” I asked.

She pointed, and I followed her hand to King Tallow.

“I am okay?” He asked, astonished. His eyes turned towards the ginormous white blob.

The blob leaked the contents of its body onto the floor. The biome it resided in was covered in wax amalgamations, and a steady flow of them were built inside the body of this amorphous blob. There was an entire steaming river of melted, watery wax surrounding its big island, and the ceiling was higher than a Godz—a copyrighted creature.

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Sine couldn’t believe her eyes. The creature was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It sent a shiver down her spine, but more than that, she could tell the monster was in pain. Her core knew this to be true, especially as its harsh voice let out a screech, bouncing of the walls. Its aura was like a gravity that forced most to kneel from the pressure alone.

Her eardrums felt like they’d burst, and she clutched her head. A spike of energy on her side forced her to look at Mary. A huge wave of red washed over the zone and overcame the boss monster’s aura.

The monster spoke with a mix of twisted voices. The voices were laid over each other like a demonic track played backwards. There was no way for Sine to guess what it was saying.

Sine watched Mary. The Demon Queen moved faster than Sine’s eyes could follow.

The other members seemed as awestruck as Sine was. Only her favorite witch seemed fine. The witch was doing something even more incredible than Mary or the monster. While Mary was attacking the dungeon boss, Eerie was only flipping through books.

That is, she was flipping through thousands of books a second. It was so incomprehensible for Sine to watch. Reality was being broken by the simple openings and closings of books, and the only one who seemed to pick it up was a little witch-obsessed girl.

Sine needed to disturb her, even though all she wanted to do was watch. The little girl reached out and pulled on Eerie’s robes to get her attention.

It did the trick. The books quickly vanished, like they’d never been there—never spawned from oblivion, come into contact with reality, and fade away quicker than an observer would notice. Did Sine’s eyes deceive her? She didn’t have time to answer that.

“What’s wrong?” The witch asked.

“Can you please stop Mary? It’s hurting inside.”

Eerie von Witchhat smiled and patted Sine’s head. “Of course, I can’t let the fans of actresses become disenfranchised, can I?”

Sine nodded and hugged her witch. “Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me yet,” the witch said, raising her staff into the air. “I don’t even know if this will work.”

As soon as Mary’s magic was about to collide with the monstrosity for the finale, Mary and the rest of the Monsters in the room all froze.

“Eerie!?” Mary shouted. “What are you doing!?”

“This show must not go on!”

“What are you talking ab---”

The tip of Eerie’s staff vibrated. Blackness started invading the biome before Sine’s eyes. From the tip of Eerie’s staff, an impossibly dark spell erupted. The entire floor was covered with cumbersome night time.

The voices stopped. Sounds ceased. Even the sense of feeling and touch was washed away by enormity. It was like the concept of grandiose had entered the realm of reality. Something bigger than mother nature crept into the confines of the spacetime continuum. The only sensation left was sight, and Sine saw everyone.

They were all like statues on a dark, frozen stage. Sine tried to move her body, but the concept of movement was foreign in this place. She had no way to even tell if the others were seeing it. Is it only me?

No one answered. No one moved. Except for the witch.

Her robes flapped as if there was a breeze in space. “This is the greatest debut of special effects! The universe will remember me as the best stage-setter in this side of the galaxy!”

The witch pointed her dark staff at the monster for a final time. Blinding white light ended everything.