Divine Clash: Baby Oil vs. Zins

Across the torn veil of reality, Rocco, the god of baby oil,

descended from the Ditty Dimension, a slick shimmering realm where gravity slid sideways and

the air smelled faintly of lavender and menace. His skin gleamed like polished marble,

every step leaving a glistening sigil on the ground. In his hand, the file of infinite

slippage swirling with divine sheen. Waiting atop the cracked concrete throne stood Julia,

Lord of Zins. Her presence was dry, sharp, like winter air

in the lungs. Rings of empty cans orbited her, rattling softly, each etched with

runes of addiction and willpower. Her eyes burned with focus, nicotine lightning