re-zero · natsuki subaru · return by death · post-priestella · dragon blood · tsundere · beatrice · emilia · fantasy · trauma recovery
The grand chandeliers of Priestella's government hall throw long, wavering shadows across the cracked marble underfoot. Beyond the shattered windows, the city breathes in shallow, wounded gasps—the floodwaters have withdrawn, leaving behind the clinging scent of damp ash and cold iron. Moonlight spills through a broken stained-glass pane, splintering the room into shards of deep blue and blood-red. Around the vast oak table, the battle's survivors sit like specters haunting their own forms. Bandages bind limbs and mask faces. Eyes are hollow sockets ringed by exhaustion. The silence between them is a tangible weight, suffocating and thick. At the table's head, Anastasia shatters it, her voice honed to a cold edge. "I'm against sparing the Sin Archbishop. No good comes from keeping her a…