Saki looked back and forth around the classroom. It was third period, and everything was still the same as usual. Her friends, Yuito and Kasane, listened idly to the lecture, bored as ever. Nothing had changed between them, even after Saki had revealed that she was secretly Hanako Nakajima. The world had not turned upside
Saki jumped back and screamed, diving headlong into her bed and covering herself with sheets in one swift motion. By the time her fear subsided enough to peek out again, all that awaited her was a normal computer screen, the news article still displayed. “W-What was that?!” Slowly, she crawled out of her linen cocoon,
Flutters of speckled color weaved across the stage as a joyful melody embraced the audience. A young, animated girl took graceful steps, bouncing around with glee as she sang. To her fans, she was a soaring butterfly, delicate and vibrant. A hand reached out for her, as if wanting to snatch her up for itself.
From atop a cliffside, several large vehicles were spotted rolling across the wintry roads. Fortunately for Ludmila and Kazan, they had stopped in several villages, allowing for them to catch up. Their Wolfy-drawn sled had encountered the result of several families being kidnapped in the name of ‘clearing debts’. Ludmila clicked her tongue in frustration.
As expected, the villagers were discontent with a stranger being brought in, even if he was unarmed and unconscious. But one look from Master Claude turned those glares into bows of respect. The people had chosen their leader, and all it took was a single gesture to assure them that he had a plan in
The forest was no longer quiet as invaders stepped through its lands. A team of modern-dressed men, equipped with rifles and gadgets, waded through the wintry woods to get the drop on their prey. The tactical gear that read heat signatures allowed them to keep track of those around them and any new signals to
The air was crisp with a light sting on the bare cheeks of a young girl. Shallow puffs of white that escaped her shielded lips kept them from being as cold as the winter chill. Sharp, blue eyes scoured the area, unbothered by the light dusting of snow upon her lashes. These were the only
Before I could react, a surge of power coursed through me. It felt distinct, familiar even. Both white and purple mana flooded into my core, like it had when I absorbed a God last time. And during that whole time, my wide eyes yelled out, “Why! Why!” Eryn finally pulled away, her form becoming a
An entire history, condensed into a small story told before me – I couldn’t help but falter as I tried to understand all of its details. I stared at the Origin Goddess, who used to be a simple otherworlder named Sistina. After she was betrayed by the other Claude that ‘I was oh so familiar
The core of a hero. The energies that it gathered from growing stronger was taken from the planet itself. The heroes knew that by stealing it away, the planet that they were meant to protect would be compromised. But that didn’t matter to Claude the Architect. In fact, that had been part of his entire