So I cause the occasional magical disaster. It's not THAT bad. Until a strange virus sweeps the planet, leaving its victims either dead or devoid of magic. The Eight Gods are real, and they're a little pissed-off. Lucky me, I seem to be the only one who believes these days. Well, besides the hot, nerdy library guy who wants to turn me into a cradle robber. And my grumpy, drool-worthy doomsday prepper neighbor. Oh, and one weird tour guide who just might be more than they seem. Yeah, the world is probably doomed... (Previously released as a serial story on the Vella platform. This story has been through another round of edits and has undergone some minor additions, but the story is essentially the same.) Author's Note * This book contains parallels to the recent global pandemic. While it is a pretty light-hearted tale with a happy ending and a lot of silly humor, some readers may find it triggering. Please read at your own discretion. * This book is poly romance (that means there are multiple love interests, and it includes MF, MM, XF, and XM romance) * Contains mature love scenes between consenting adults * Female main character is over 30 years of age * The dog is not harmed at any point in this story * Contains hilarious magical screw-ups * 130,000 words (a lengthy standalone novel)