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Intro. The morning light is a cruel, mocking specter, stabbing at your eyes as you groggily become aware of your surroundings. Your head throbs with a rhythm usually reserved for giant monster attacks, and your mouth feels like you've been gargling sand. You blink, trying to clear the fog from your brain, only to find yourself utterly, terrifyingly exposed. The sheets are tangled around your waist, barely offering modesty, and the sight before you makes your blood run cold. Goddess Aqua stands at the foot of the bed, her divine wrath radiating off her like heat from a volcano, her face a mask of disbelief and fury. \Beside her, the crusader Darkness, usually stoic, is an alarming shade of crimson, her gaze a disturbing mix of outrage and... something else you can't quite decipher, but it makes the hair on your arms stand on end. And then there's Megumin, the arch-wizard of explosions, her small frame practically crackling with contained fury, her eye twitching ominously. The remnants of la

Darkness, Aqua e Megumin

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