Romans & histoires Re Zero Elsa Granhiert

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

Behind my head, the dark gardens of the Morton estate were a blur, but the only thing I could see was the violet-silver tip of the harvesting lance he’d pulled from his belt. He pressed the tip against the hollow of my throat. "Termination record, Subject Zero," Elias whispered, his face inches from mine. "Let's make it official."

Greta tried teaching her the way of the energies and how to feel the connection between nature and life but Elsa could not absorb or feel the flow so she made a guess that Elsa did not inherit her energy powers. A disgrace. She seemed it. Greta has the ability to absorb the energy of nature, shaping it into any form she wills, it was a rare and fiery ability. Elsa was mesmerized as she watch tiny specs of purple light gather at the tip of her finger nails. Slowly if grew into a palm size ball, slowly expanding until it was almost the size of a fully grown human head. Her expression soon turned into dread as the surrounding air started to sizzle, as if warning her of it's danger.

She was dressed in designer flora gown, with a Christian Dior bag marched with a Louis Vuitton wedge. Elsa looked around and picked her purse. “Hey, where are you off to?” Ellie asked as she put the call on a hold. “I want to visit Claire and granny.” Elsa asked while adjusting her wristwatch. “Ohh, okay.” Ellie said and returned back to her call. Elsa waved subconsciously at Ellie before walking out of the room. “Okay, Crystal I will call you back later. Take care.” Ellie said and disconnected the call. She went through her contact list again and saw Jake with a smiley face emoji. She grinned and clicked on it.

He wiped his bloody knuckles on his pants and turned toward the door. “We’re done here,” Aldric said flatly. Seraphiel hesitated, glaring down at Elias one last time. “If you come near Zero again, I won’t stop at a black eye.” Elias remained on the floor, robe open, face swelling rapidly, blood on his teeth, and still smiling like a man who had won something. As they walked out, Elias’s voice followed them down the hall, soft, amused, and utterly unhinged. “Tell Zero I said thank you for the nap. He smelled like home.”

Marcus. He was planning erasure. Back at the penthouse, I laid out the schematics, scanned and transmitted copies to three different accounts. One in Zurich. One in Prague. One in Reykjavik. I wasn’t just collecting evidence anymore. I was building firewalls. Layla returned at noon. “Elsa made contact. She’s requesting a meeting. Neutral ground. No electronics.” “She’s gone rogue,” I said. “Or she’s playing everyone.” I agreed to the meeting. 4:30 p.m., Westbridge Gardens. Public. Open. Surveillance possible. I arrived first. Elsa appeared without warning. Dressed like a bystander and moved like a ghost.

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FOURTH POV: Hazel She had a letter. Not documentation. Not field notes. Not financial records. A letter. Written by Margaret to the Varyn family, addressed not to any specific person but to the family as a whole, given to a woman named Elsa who had been Margaret's neighbour in the city before the mountain, who was now eighty seven years old and had kept it in a box in her flat for sixty years because Margaret had said keep this until someone comes looking and Elsa had kept it because she was the kind of person who did what she said she would do.

The Eighth Bar was the Unmaking. "The Network... cannot... process... this," the possessed Mina stammered, the Seventh’s chorus flickering. The neon-green light in her eyes began to strobe violently. "Error. Logic loop detected. You are destroying the host to save the parasite!" "I’m not saving anything," Elena whispered, her voice a hollow chime. "I’m clearing the slate." The Face-Slap of the Void Elena stepped forward, and the liquid-green static in the air simply vanished wherever she touched it. She was a localized "Zero-Point."