I have exactly forty-five seconds before the love of my life realizes I’m actually a puddle of sentient snot.  
  
"Oh, Divine One," Seraphina whispers, her eyes shining like anime spotlights. She’s kneeling in the mud, clutching my hand—well, the hard-light projection of a hand I’m currently faking. "Your skin… it is so cold. Have the heavens abandoned you?"  
  
No, babe. I’m cold because I’m 90% dungeon slime and 10% panic.  
  
A bright red warning box flickers in my peripheral vision, visible only to me:  
  
\[SYSTEM ALERT: MASQUERADE GAUGE AT 2%.\]  
\[WARNING: SANITY CRITICAL. REVERTING TO BASE FORM IN 10... 9...\]  
  
If the timer hits zero, my silver hair, my golden armor, and my humanoid shape will melt into a blue, acidic sludge. And Seraphina? The Holy Paladin sworn to purge all monsters? She won’t hesitate to stick that glowing broadsword right through my core.  
  
I squeeze her hand, praying my fingers don’t liquefy. "The heavens didn't abandon me, Seraphina," I say, forcing my voice to sound regal instead of terrified. "I broke them."  
  
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