Marisandra Naiadia's POV
"W-What's going on here? What the hell are we looking at?"
"Hey... come here and l-look at this... I can't believe my eyes..."
"SHI—"
"Shhh!! Be quiet, you idiot!"
"M-Man... what the fuck is happening right now? This has to be some kind of sick joke, right?"
"I-I don't know... but it sure as hell ain't normal..."
Whispers rippled through the streets of the Naiadae Empire as people froze in shock.
Their beloved rulers... the ones they admired, worshipped, and feared... were walking through the streets, but it wasn't walking in the way they knew.
No!!
This was something far more humiliating.
"I-Is that really... the Empress?"
Eyes widened, hands trembled, and gasps filled the air as they took in the sight before them. The regal woman they had once idolized—the Empress, a living legend who had risen from a mere commoner to the highest seat of power, a symbol of strength and ambition—was now crawling naked on the filthy ground.
