The room was dead silent.

Every pair of eyes stared wide at Mika.

Zora's skeletal jaw unhinged, clacked once on the floor, and stayed there.

Even Pip let out a surprised ascending "Beep-boop?"

Vuvi blinked. "I'm sorry… can you repeat that?"

Mika, still as a statue, her eyes sharp and gleaming with celestial knowledge, crossed her arms. "What I'm about to tell you doesn't leave this room. Not to the public. Not to the church. Not even to the Maiden Mother herself."

The air got thick. Penelo gulped. Sera gave a solemn nod. Veena raised her pinky in the air like a vow. Even Zora reached down and reattached his jaw, clicking it into place grimly.

Mika exhaled. "In heaven… we called it 'breastmilk' as a joke. Mostly. Kind of." Her stoic face cracked into a smirk. "Though… if the rumors about the Great Mother are true—"

Vuvi leaned in.

"Never mind." Mika coughed and steeled her tone. "Its real name is Nectar of Origin. It's not literal milk. It's pure, unfiltered, magical essence. Liquid, condensed, origin-tier magic."

She stepped forward. "It is produced by the Tree of Origin… though tree isn't quite accurate. It's a crystal lattice, a living, glowing network that begins at the root of the world and stretches like branches through the earth. Feeding it. Nourishing it."

Pip blinked. Booooop.

"It pulses with the purest form of divine energy. The closer its branches are to the surface, the stronger magic becomes in that region. And where the branches break through? Demi-gods are born."

Everyone leaned in.

Mika's voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "The Great Mother is directly connected to the Tree. She is the source of all magic. Her essence, her power, every spell cast, every enchantment whispered… it all traces back to her."

Zora's hands scribbled so furiously in his notebook the pages started to glow. Sparks flew as he scrawled diagrams, runes, and anatomical doodles of what the Tree might look like if it also had breasts.

Vuvi's hand shot to her forehead. "I… I need a drink."

Mika continued. "Demi-gods like the Seedmother protect the Tree's nectar with their lives. They depend on it to sustain their power. They must keep it secret. If mortals ever discovered and consumed it en masse…"

Her voice trembled.

"...It could unravel reality."

Pip let out a low, ominous bweep.

"But," Mika said, fixing him with a look, "you… are different. You were gifted. A construct made not just of mortal craftsmanship, but divine spark. You must've been blessed by the Great Mother with the ability to produce her nectar."

Vuvi raised a brow. "Can't you just ask the Great Mother? You're an angel."

Veena snorted. "She got kicked out of heaven."

"I defected!" Mika snapped. "Huge difference!"

The girls snickered. Even Pip beeped with amusement.

Mika straightened her feathers. "As I was saying… Pip's nectar is still impure. But it's strong. And it's getting stronger. The more his divine aura grows, the more potent his… output."

Everyone paused.

Mika nodded. "Anyway, I've said too much. My job here is done."

She turned to Vuvi. "Thanks for keeping things interesting. Babysitting your disaster squad has been… oddly therapeutic."

With a casual flick of her wings, Mika shot toward the window in a blur of gold and holy light.

CRASH!

A breeze rolled in as feathers settled on the floor.

"…Was that window even open?" Veena asked.

Vuvi blinked, reaching toward the table. "Wait… where's my flask?"

The girls looked around.

Vuvi twisted around. "My flask was right there. I swear—"

"Oh my gods," Penelo said, mouth wide. "Did you just get robbed by an angel?"

Vuvi pouted. "That divine bitch took my flask!"

Veena plopped into a chair with a groan. "It's good to be back. I was gone three days and Pip's already spewing divine syrup that births demi-gods."

Pip's lights pulsed bashfully.

Lula gasped. "Wait… does that mean we're all gonna turn into demi-gods!?"

Vuvi ran a hand down her face. "At this rate? Probably. If Pip keeps pounding his way across the continent like a glittering sex engine, juicing out miracle goop every night…" She paused. "...then yeah, his divine syrup's gonna hit critical mass eventually."

Sera tilted her head. "...So we are getting promoted?"

"No!" Vuvi cried. "No promotions! We're not building a cult—"

"But—" Penelo whimpered.

Vuvi sneered at her. "Gods… look, we have a plan. A six-point plan to save the world!"

"Think we can drop one of those points? The one about defeating my mom?" Veena asked.

"Oh, right. Of course! So now it's a five-point plan. And we're sticking to it! No more divine detours. And no sex cults!" she snapped, glaring at Penelo.

Pip gave an encouraging little ping.

They all nodded solemnly.

Sera raised her glass. "To the five-point plan."

"To the five-point plan!" the team echoed, clinking glasses of wine and fizzy drinks together.

Pip gave a joyful trill, and Vuvi wrapped her arm around him, squeezing his warm metal side.

"Forget saving the world, Pip," she muttered. "You just worry about making women happy. And we'll make sure you're happy."

Pip tilted his head, glowing warmly as he released a soft, golden thoughtwave that shimmered across the room like a gentle breeze. It wrapped around them all. Comforting, grateful, full of warmth and connection.

The team melted into a group hug around him.

They squeezed, giggled, and laughed.

Until Veena, still reclining on the couch with her wine, raised an eyebrow and spoke with sudden curiosity.

"Wait, wait… so if swallowing it gives you power… what happens if he, you know… deposits it down there?"

The group went silent.

Penelo winced.

Sera glanced at her glass.

Zora made a small, strangled noise.

Vuvi pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh boy…"

"Well!?" Veena pushed, looking at everyone. "Does it… hurt!?"

Vuvi cackled. "Nooo. Not at all. Quite the opposite." She smirked and tossed back her drink. "When it's absorbed there, it becomes a powerful aphrodisiac. Extremely potent. Like… dangerous levels of horny."

Penelo softly shuddered as she sipped her carrot fizz.

Vuvi sighed. "Sera had to be locked in a pocket dimension after six hours of non-stop railing. We were scared she might break a hip."

Sera took a smug sip of her wine. "No regrets."

Pip gave a proud little beep.

Veena stared at him in a new, slightly terrified light then gave a low whistle. "Damn. He's like a portable apocalypse in bed."

Vuvi just grinned. "And he's our apocalypse."

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