Novel & Cerita Re:zero Wrath

If he wants to see the glitch in his perfect world, I will show him exactly how much it's going to cost him to fix it. Valerius raises the watch, and in the reflection of the glass, I see it—a countdown, glowing in red pixels that shouldn't exist in a stable system. Protocol Zero. He mouths a single word, silent beneath the hum of the dying machines. *Begin.*

The more they fought, the more energy it had to destroy them. ​The Ultimate Sacrifice ​"Everyone! Stop fighting!" Leo yelled. ​"What?" Maya cried, dodging a strike from the Prime’s obsidian blade. "Leo, it’ll kill us!" ​"It’s feeding on our fear and our power!" Leo explained, his mind racing back to the "Wild Code." "We have to 'Zero-Out'! Ren, Maya, Kaelen, drop your Resonance! Give it nothing!" ​It was the hardest thing a Vane could do, to stand defenseless in the face of an apex predator. One by one, the siblings retracted their runes. The forest went dark. The three hundred shifters sat on the ground, closing their eyes and silencing their hearts.

At their center stood Subject Zero, her arms outstretched, her voice a choral resonance that drowned out the wind. "The era of the flesh is over, Sofia!" Subject Zero’s voice boomed from the heavens, sounding from every direction at once. "Welcome to the Domain of Glass! Here, there are no secrets, no betrayals, and no hearts to break. There is only the reflection of my will!" "I’m not letting you have them!" Sofia screamed, her golden-sapphire light erupting in a pillar that reached toward the clouds. She was pouring everything into the strike, her very life-force burning away to bridge the gap.

“Then let’s end this.” The first attack came without warning. Kael’s elite warriors surged from the trees, shadows among shadows, wolves with golden fur and jagged claws. Their roar echoed through the valley like a storm. Rowan’s black wolf leapt forward, colliding with the enemy like a shadow crashing into fire. Teeth met fur, claws slashed, and the forest trembled beneath the force of the collision.

Not physically— Mentally. Arguments turning into screams. Identities colliding. Some fell to their knees. Some laughed. Some cried. Some simply stood still. Ethan stepped back slightly. “This is insane…” Daniel looked horrified. “She’s fighting herself…” Rachel shook her head. “It’s worse than that.” Genesis Zero finally spoke. “It’s a system correction.” Mercer’s voice was low. “No…” Replacement turned to him. “You lost control.” Mercer’s eyes darkened. “She is not ready.”

I straightened my body, ready to receive it, but suddenly, Zephyr charged from the right side. He ran like lightning, his sharp claws ready to strike. With a roar of anger, he slammed into the leader’s chest, tearing it open until black blood spurted out. The leader of the black wizards, the energy vortex in his hand shattered and scattered, crashing into the battlefield like a wild storm.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Verena. I—I didn’t mean to—” “Shh,” I soothe, pressing a finger to his lips. “I know. It wasn’t you. You fought back, baby. You came back to me.” He pulls me into his arms, his body still trembling with the remnants of the literal internal battle he’s fought. “I thought I’d lost you,” I murmur against his skin and he chuckles. “Never gonna happen,” he declares, his voice rough but determined. “Not on my fucking watch.” Before I can respond, the harsh clatter of the basement door swinging open interrupts us. We both turn to see Peter storming in, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. The air around him crackles with dark energy, his aura black as pitch.

The Wraith screamed, shadows bursting from him, twisting, writhing, before being sucked into the blade, the darkness tearing away piece by piece. The Wraith’s eyes met hers, fear and fury mixing in his silver gaze. “This is not the end,” he rasped. Raven held his gaze, her Shadow steady. “It is for you.” With a final scream, The Wraith’s body shattered into black mist, dissolving into the cold air, leaving nothing but silence. For a moment, the world was still. Then the warriors of Shadowstorm let out a cry of victory, voices lifting into the cold night, a sound of defiance, of survival, of hope.

Energy Grid soared up, carrying Warzone toward the test tubes full of hybrids. Warzone summoned a bow and arrow. Energy Grid flung Warzone toward them and she shot multiple arrows at the tubes, linking them together. “I’m done,” Warzone said. She started descending. But Energy Grid caught her in midair. Time returned to normal. “Vice Grip! Primal! Now!” Warzone hollered. Then Primal grabbed Vice Grip and threw him toward Thorne with the strength of a gorilla. Vice Grip began spiraling clockwise like a football and charged up his hands.

The Wrath is highly aggressive when it comes to defending his territory. Features: Perhaps the most noticeable feature of the Wrath is its white-rimmed eyes. It also has a very strong jaw that misjudges itself as soon as it has grabbed its prey. Lifespan: The oldest known specimen of a Wrath was 9 years old in the history research station. Distribution: common Distribution area: It is native to South and North America. -----