It began with a scream.
Not hers.
The system's.
[System Alert – Divine Tribunal Initiated]
[Exposure: 98% – Critical Threshold Breached]
[Violation Stack: MILF Monopolization | Crown Usurpation | Spirit-Bound Fusion | Royal Class Override]
[Tribunal Tier: III – Anomaly Case OPENED]
Light exploded around the throne like a god cracked open a courtroom.
Glyphs spun into spirals, bleeding code. Six thrones rose around us—massive, celestial, veiled in veil-light and judgment. Each rotated in a divine halo, humming with impossible law.
They weren't symbols.
They were watching.
Faceless MILF avatars materialized atop the thrones—each one wrapped in divine fog, their bodies sketched from radiant outlines, feminine curves woven from system script and sanctified fear.
The Queen's breath caught beside me.
Seraphine appeared in silence—blade drawn, eyes sharp, hair wild. Her armor shimmered with aura, rage tensed through her limbs.
The Matron?
She stepped from my shadow.
