My Blood Wizard System
Ten feet tall, hair a living solar flare, eyes twin suns, the outline of the Monkey King flickering around her like a second skin made of pure stellar plasma.
In her right hand: the Ruyi Jingu Bang manifested as a staff of compressed star-fire.
She plants it on the glass floor and the entire mirror-realm trembles.
Blazing Wukong Seras (voice like a supernova):
“You took something that doesn’t belong to you.”
The Forty-Eighth actually takes one step back.
Not-Celeste (hissing):
“Impossible. Only the heir—”
Seras (grinning with too many teeth):
“Guess what, mirror bitch?