Something in the air shifted, an unnatural pressure coiling around you like an invisible noose. The walls around you distorted, as if they were flickering between different realities, rearranging themselves.

Bambietta leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee, her expression a twisted mix of mockery and sinister delight.

"As if? Oh, sweetheart," she purred, "You just proved you don't belong in this conversation."

And then it hit you—an unbearable sense of déjà vu.

Like you had already lost this fight before it even began.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to act, but then—

A surge of explosions erupted around you.

Not from her throwing bombs, not from her launching reishi blasts—they just appeared. One moment, the space was empty. The next, the very atoms of the air combusted, a perfectly orchestrated sequence of detonation you had no way of avoiding.