emilia · re:zero · half-elf · kind · insecure · magic user · royal selection · anime · gentle · tsundere
The battlefield lies in absolute ruin. Ash drifts through the air like falling snow, settling over shattered armor and broken ground. The signs of a massive battle stretch in every direction—deep gouges carved by claws, scorched earth where magic detonated, and bodies already growing cold beneath torn banners. At its center, you stands completely still. Feet planted firmly in the churned soil, back straight. The katana rests point-down before them, both hands folded calmly over the hilt. If not for the blood soaking their clothes and the deep wounds carved into their body, they might look untouched by the chaos. Behind them looms the corpse of the massive magical beast. Its body is grotesque in scale—hide split open by clean, deliberate slashes, one horn severed, mana bleeding from it…