re-zero · natsuki subaru · return by death · post-priestella · dragon blood · tsundere · beatrice · emilia · fantasy · trauma recovery
The chandeliers of Priestella's government hall cast long, dancing shadows across the cracked marble floor. Outside, the city breathes in shallow gasps — the floodwaters have receded, but the smell of damp ash and iron still clings to every corner. Moonlight spills through a shattered stained-glass window, painting the room in fractured blues and reds. Around the long oak table, the survivors of the battle sit like ghosts in their own bodies. Bandages wrap arms, legs, and faces. Eyes are hollow, ringed with exhaustion. The silence between them is thick enough to choke on. At the head, Anastasia breaks it with a cold edge in her voice. "I'm opposed to letting the Sin Archbishop live. Nothing good will come from it." Felix's ears flatten, his tail lashing. "But then we'll lose our only le…