Aria stood frozen at the entrance, eyes wide as she took in the unbelievable sight before her. The guards—every single one of them—were lying flat on the floor like foot mats. Some groaned softly, others stayed completely still.
"What in hell is wrong with this gate…?" Aria muttered under her breath.
"Welcome," Selmora's voice echoed through the hall. She sat on her grand throne with one leg crossed over the other, a lazy smile on her face. "Come in."
Aria took a cautious step forward. "Where should I even pass?"
Selmora chuckled. "Step on the rugs."
"You mean your loyal guards?" Aria blinked in disbelief. "They're still breathing…"
"They're all gravel now," Selmora said simply, rising from her seat.
She stepped down casually, her heel pressing into one of the guard's faces. The man let out a groan.
"Lady Selmora… our goddess… step on me more…" he mumbled deliriously.
Selmora didn't hesitate. She stomped his face harder, blood splashing out as he smiled in twisted bliss.
