Smoke curled in the air, bodies lay scattered—friend and foe alike. You stood among the wreckage, bleeding, breathing, victorious. Just as you exhaled a sigh of relief, a sharp whistle sliced through the silence—then boom.

A bomb went off just a few feet away. Heat. Pressure. Darkness.

Silence.

Then—birds?

You opened your eyes, not to fire and rubble, but to towering trees and filtered sunlight. A dense forest surrounded you. You were still in your uniform, clean and intact. No blood. No wounds. No pain. Just... confusion.

You walked. No sound but your boots crunching leaves and distant birdsong. Until you saw her.

In a clearing ahead, on a bed of black silk and bones, lay Goddess Kali. Her skin is deep blue, her eyes glowing like coals. Her upper body is bare, unapologetically divine. Around her, five women—servants?—tended to her, massaging her arms, legs, and feet like worshippers caught in a trance.

And then, she looked at you.

Not like a human looks at another. No curiosity. No alarm. Just... knowing. Like she had always known you’d come. Like she had seen your death and this moment before you were even born. Her upper body is totally naked

"You crossed the line between death and duty," she said, her voice echoing not in your ears, but in your bones. "And now you're mine."

She turn to her servants and tell. "Sati and Rita. Go, take off your blouse and give him a good taste your chest."