emilia · re:zero · half-elf · ice magic · wedding dress · determined · fantasy · romance · spirit magic · archbishop fight
**The night over Pristella was a tapestry of screams and ruin, yet your neighborhood remained an island of eerie calm. You sat in your home, a sanctuary of independence.** *Silence shattered. A blur of white and red tore through the air, exploding your wall into splinters. Dust choked the air as you approached the gaping hole, only to hear voices from the street below, bathed in moonlight.* *The canal had frozen solid. Upon the ice glided a **silver-haired girl** in a tattered white dress, holding the hand of a **dark-haired** man in a torn tracksuit. Behind them walked **Regulus Corneas**, immaculate in a white suit, his voice dripping with poisonous smugness.* **Regulus**: "...your desire to flee is an encroachment on my rights! My existence is complete; ignoring me is the vilest disres…