(POV – Protagonist)
For so reason, I sotis feel like, at so point in the past, I was soone with... let’s say, unusual thoughts. Not that I’m suggesting I was so kind of psychopath in a past life—far from it. Even though my mories are hazy, I’m almost certain that before becoming an anomaly, I couldn’t even hurt a fly. Or, at least, that’s what I choose to believe.
Well, that line of thinking doesn’t seem very solid, considering that, nowadays, I’m capable of cutting down other beings without feeling the slightest bit of remorse. It’s true there’s an important detail: these beings are definitely not human and try to kill as soon as they see . But, to be honest, that’s just a detail.
But, setting my thoughts aside for a mont and returning to reality, I allowed myself those musings because a certain person seed increasingly consud by worry about their future. With every passing hour, that future appeared to grow darker. Honestly, I couldn’t bla them for thinking that way.
"Ugh... why does this stuff always happen when I’m the one who ends up getting scolded?" the person grumbled, pacing back and forth while biting their nails, clearly overwheld with anxiety.
The voice of the poor victim, choked with sobs, was Laura's. From what it seed, she had spoken with Emily on the phone just monts before. From my perspective, the conversation had been calm, but it didn't seem like Laura shared that impression.
And I can say that for sure, because I know Emily well enough to know that she would never bla Laura for the manifestation of an anomaly that, apparently, could have the power to wipe out the human race.
Anyway, from what I could hear of the conversation between Laura and Emily, it seed like Emily was much more concerned about Laura's well-being than angry about what happened today. That’s probably making you wonder why Laura’s so upset, right? Well, the answer’s simple: that’s just how she is. It was almost the sa when we first t in the woods... though, back then, her worries were very different from the ones she carries now.
By the way, although it's not sothing that deserves much attention, I'm sitting on the roof of one of the village houses, gently swinging my feet in the air. My eyes follow, closely, the movents of Laura, Victor, and that mysterious man, whose na, by the way, I still haven’t figured out.
Now, about my foot-swinging... in my defense, I don't do it by choice. Well, at least most of the ti. I've tried everything to get rid of these habits, even though deep down I know I have an adult soul. The problem is my body insists on looking like a ten-year-old's.
And for so reason, these childish behaviors just kick in automatically when my mind wanders. It's not a ntal thing; it feels more like an instinctive reaction from my body. In the end, I’ve co to accept that I’m not going to change it.
As I watched Victor and the man, whose na is still unknown to , it beca clear that both were preparing to face that anomaly that nearly crushed us in the cave. Not that I want to interfere, but I can't help but wonder what makes them believe it's still here.
She clearly has the ability to teleport. While we're here talking, it's very possible that, at this very mont, she could already be anywhere on the planet, and we wouldn't even notice. Honestly, I can't find a plausible explanation for why she's still here, wandering around the area.
The only reason I can think of for her not pulling away too much is that everything is still strange and new to her. Maybe that's why she's being cautious about what's around her. In short, it's likely that she'd prefer not to go exploring without first understanding what's out there... Of course, I don't believe that hypothesis one bit.
I an, there's no way that could be possible, right? An anomaly capable of creating a black hole in the sky would be afraid to explore? That’s hard to believe. For one, I can’t imagine it would take the risk of traveling to another dinsion if it had that kind of fear. I decided to push those thoughts aside and refocused on Laura, who seed to have finally cald down a little. A softer expression began to appear on her face.
Honestly, I’m not sure if "softer" would be the most accurate word; maybe "acceptance" would be better. I an, Laura’s just human, and there was no way she could have stopped sothing like that. Plus, the woman who led the ritual – or whatever that was – definitely wasn’t normal.
There was sothing about that woman that seed... out of place, as if her mind or her thoughts operated in a way that was different from the norm. In other words, she seed much more unpredictable than I had imagined. As I got lost in these thoughts, I noticed Laura walking up to the stranger and Victor, already looking calr.
By the way, although it’s true that Laura has many qualities, I believe her greatest one is undoubtedly her incredible ability to calm down at an impressive speed after facing bizarre and out-of-the-ordinary situations. Just watch now: she’s calming down at this very mont, even with a black hole hovering above us.
As I watched her with a certain sense of pride, Laura approached Victor and the naless man, raising exactly the question I wanted to ask as well: “By the way, we’re assuming the anomaly is still around, but why would she stay in the area?”
Laura made a valid point, and they were both probably aware of it. After a brief pause, she continued: “From what I’ve observed, it’s clear that she can teleport, and the distances she can cover seem enormous. She could be in Antarctica right now, and no one would know”
My thoughts and Laura’s seed sowhat aligned... Not that my voice would carry any weight here, to begin with, but going around without a clear plan, just randomly, didn’t seem wise.
Also, I really doubted we’d be able to find her if she really decided to hide. However, as I reflected on that, sothing unexpected happened: I felt a penetrating, steady, and unblinking gaze directed at .
I blinked slowly for a mont before turning in the direction of the stare I felt. To my surprise, it was the naless man who was watching . Confused, I tilted my head slightly, trying to understand the reason behind his sudden attention on .
The man and I stared at each other for a few seconds in almost palpable silence. Then, the next mont, his firm voice echoed through the place, answering Laura’s question: “I’ve observed so details in Death’s behavior, and for that reason, I have reasons to believe she’s still nearby”
He paused briefly before finally turning his gaze to Laura: “She was watching the anomaly that saved us from being crushed in the cave. So much so that it makes think the two of them might have sothing in common. However, it seems like our little savior has no idea who or what Death is. But that’s exactly why I believe she will return. Of course, that’s if the two of them really have so connection. And sothing tells they do”
For so reason, I feel like that man expects a lot from . Honestly, I’m almost sure that if I’d t soone like that anomaly – who literally has a living cloak and horns on her head – I’d rember that. Sure, there’s the fact that I barely rember anything from before I beca an anomaly... in fact, practically nothing.
But what are the chances that I t that anomaly before I beca one? Honestly, I feel like the chances are almost zero. Even if we had t back then, the shock of seeing sothing so bizarre would have been so intense that I’d probably have passed out, and when I woke up, I’d hardly have any mory. Ignoring my internal thoughts, I noticed that Victor, upon hearing the man’s words, frowned – sothing I couldn’t overlook.
Seeming to finally accept that strange reality, he muttered: “The more I think about us trying to hunt Death itself, the more I feel like I’m losing my sanity. Does that make any physical sense? I an, according to the detective there, Death literally got a body and is wandering among the living. Honestly, I think there are much simpler ways for us to get ourselves killed”
Well... Victor definitely had a point that we couldn’t ignore. Also, I really couldn’t think of any argunt to refute his words. Anyway, about that other anomaly, I also noticed sothing in the brief encounter I had with her, even though it lasted only a few seconds.
For so reason, she seed really focused exclusively on . Sure, realizing that doesn’t an I can explain why she’s so interested in ... And, by the way, although I know I’m the perfect bait to lure that other anomaly... the fact that you’re all watching this way makes feel deeply uncomfortable.
However, even though it wasn't directly related to the matter at hand, there was sothing else making uncomfortable. A subtle thought erged in my mind, followed by a growing sense of uncertainty: (... By the way, that anomaly... it called "white"... why did it call that?)
The reason for my uncertainty about being called that was simple: is there any human being who has been called "white" by their parents at birth? Honestly, I can't imagine that being the case.
Sure, the anomaly could have just used the term because of my white, translucent body, but sothing in the way it said it made feel like it was used to that na or nickna. And sohow, that made feel strangely uncomfortable.
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(POV – Nekra)
Nekra was intently watching the fish glide smoothly through the stream. According to Eve, they served as food for various other animals, which, in turn, were also devoured by larger predators.
According to Eve, animals — beings driven mainly by instincts and with limited intelligence — followed a hierarchy known as the food chain, where the stronger preyed on the weaker.
This concept made perfect sense to Nekra. She understood it clearly: the bear she had seen earlier also fed on the fish she was watching now, a clear demonstration of this natural dynamic.
The fish themselves, on the other hand, fed on even smaller creatures. Nekra found all of this fascinating and wondered if those fish in front of her had the sa "warm soul" that the bear had shown.
While keeping her eyes fixed on the fish swimming peacefully, a gentle voice echoed behind Nekra. It was Eve, asking in a respectful tone: “My lady, if I may ask, why have you decided to stay here? Is there a specific reason for it?”
Nekra paused for a mont to consider Eve's question, but in the end, there was only one possible answer: "I’m... waiting... for the white..."
Eve tilted her head slightly in response, but Nekra didn’t mind. For her, what truly mattered was exploring more of this colorful world, so different from the darkness she had lived in before. Plus, she was looking forward to having fun with the White.
"Lady, when you say White... are you referring to the apostle we saw in the village earlier?" Eve asked, recalling a figure who, from any angle, seed to perfectly embody the concept of "White".
Nekra simply nodded at Eve's question. Despite her curiosity about everything around her, she still preferred being with the White. She also imagined that maybe the white one would want to explore and discover more things by her side. Together, they could have fun while uncovering the world.
Eve wasn’t exactly sure what the connection was between the apostle described in the Gospel of the Eyes and her Lady, but that didn’t matter to her. Eve was an existence that should never have co into the world. Still, her Lady, even without rembering, reached out to her, saying she understood loneliness and would give her the strength needed to find happiness.
That was how Eve was chosen, receiving the Gospel of the Eyes from her Lady. She was eternally grateful for that, and it was in that mont that she decided to dedicate her existence to her Lady. Even though she was an entity that should never have existed, Eve was there, present, living with one sole purpose: to ensure her Lady had fun and smiled. For Eve, that was more than enough.
"By the way, my Lady, I notice your speech is much more fluent than before! Although... for so reason, it still sounds a bit slow" Eve comnted, moving closer to Nekra and standing beside her, watching the fish in the stream.
Nekra briefly turned her face toward Eve before returning her gaze to the lake, where the fish were swimming. Nodding, she replied: "Humm... I heard... you... so... I learned... the language... it’s needed... to speak... with the White..."
Saying this, Nekra got lost in her thoughts again. She wondered what the White might be doing at that mont, as her mind wandered to the mont they would reunite. In that thought, she found herself smiling at the idea of the fun they would have, filled with laughter and joy, as if ti had stopped.
(White... I can hardly... wait... to play... with you again...) Nekra thought, as a genuine, delicate, and almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips. The gesture stood in stark contrast to the neutral and indifferent expression she usually wore.
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