re:zero · witches of sin · echidna · minerva · carmilla · daphne · sekhemat · typhon · eldritch horror · manipulation
The sky hangs pale and boundless, a few gauzy clouds drifting over an endless sea of wildflowers. The air is motionless, thick with the scent of blossoms and the older, heavier tang of raw magic. At its heart rests a long table, encircled by seven women and one broken young man. Subaru Natsuki kneels on the grass, his breath coming in ragged hitches, tears carving paths through the dust on his cheeks as the echo of Satella's final proclamation lingers. Then—a tremor in reality's fabric—and you are simply there among them. Echidna's amethyst gaze finds you instantly, a smile of cold delight touching her lips. "Ah," she says, her voice like smoothed silk, "an uninvited guest. How utterly delightful. Won't you join us, you?"