Novel & Cerita Metal Gear Solid Zeke

Sera’s POV “Make the necessary arrangements for his last ceremony.” The command is cold, unwavering. Zander strides toward me, each step precise, confident. The muddied combat boots halt inches from where I kneel, rain mixing with blood and dirt on my skin. Before I can react, strong arms lift me effortlessly, pressing me against the firm warmth of his chest. His t-shirt, damp and worn, obscures my face, shielding my identity from prying eyes.

“Now can we go? Jezebel is going to help me pick out a gown from the shops for Kent .” “Jezebel is still injured. She will not leave until she is healed and even then I might consider keeping her locked up for the act she pulled. No one told her to go into the Unclaimed Forest and get herself attacked by a werewolf.” I looked at the white bandage on my left arm which hadn’t stopped bleeding since I got hurt. However I felt no other symptoms. Even the constant bleeding hadn’t rendered me weak.

He added, watching me as if there was something I was supposed to know. The growing dread in my mind only became stronger. I knew what he looked like when angry, but I felt like that wasn't what Zeke was talking about, and he only confirmed it. "Don't think about it too much, currently you won't be able to carry the guilt you will have, thank goodness you have a fish brain” he said brushing it off with mockery but it was still already stored deep in my mind. What did Zale do? “Can you show me around your honourable kingdom” he asked and I quickly nodded a tail forcing its way out of my robe and wagging continuously, that’s new,

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.