Zoro X Perona Novels & Stories

"If she dies, the 'Real' Zora is gone forever! There's only the clones left!" "You are the real one!" Dante roared, a sound of such visceral, raw love that it shattered the glass of the nearby tanks. "The 'Real' Zora is the one who’s currently saving my life! The 'Real' Zora is the one I’m going to grow old with in the mud! Now get out of there!" The vault began to explode. The "Void-Bombs" were detonating one by one, a chain reaction of silver fire that was consuming my sisters.

He was speaking to her softly, his forehead resting against hers, his voice filled with emotion I couldn’t quite place. I held my breath, afraid to disturb the moment. Zoraya had always been a broken bird, caged by a past no one had yet uncovered. And now, in Axel’s arms, she looked… safe. Loved. I cleared my throat gently, making my presence known. Axel looked up, and for a brief moment, I saw something raw in his eyes. Pain. Determination. A silent war waging within him. Zoraya, on the other hand, tensed at my presence. She pulled away slightly, lowering her gaze as if afraid I had come with more bad news.