After a rigorous and very violent lecture about how rude it is to call a woman fat, Viola finally stopped talking.
Not that I listened to a single word she said.
After that, it didn't take long before we arrived at the orientation hall.
The place was massive, dominated by a gigantic flag bearing an insignia of some bizarre winged beast with twelve eyes and seven wings.
Yeah, seven.
What the hell kind of cosmic error was that?
This beast wasn't explained anywhere in lore, world history, mythology, nothing. It just… existed and yet the thing that always bothered me wasn't the eyes or the weird anatomy.
It was the wings.
Where the hell was the eighth wing?
The asymmetry offended me on a spiritual level, so I fixed that abomination instantly when I created the game and gave it the eight wings because some standards must be maintained.
As I stared up at the beast… my mind suddenly blanked. For a split second, something about it felt familiar.
