Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

17 - Sloth.

Any art that appears in this story isn't and will never be mine!

Writing style:

Y/N = {Your name}

L/N = {Surname or middle name}

E/C = {Eye color}

H/C = {Hair color}

Format:

"[Y/N]: No way!" For dialogues.

"As the gently breeze of the wind pass..." For general occurrences.

"Even after that..." For inner thoughts.

"Al SHAMAK!" For special moments.

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The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays through the canopy of trees, illuminating the lush greenery that surrounded them. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the scent of earth and fresh grass. It was the kind of day that should have been peaceful, the kind that invited relaxation and warmth.

But amid this picturesque setting, a battle was brewing.

The rhythmic gallop of Patrasche's hooves against the dirt path gradually slowed as Subaru and Y/N reached their destination. The terrain before them was familiar-too familiar. It was a place where Subaru had died before, a memory forever burned into his soul. But this time, there would be no tragic end.

This time, it would be Petelgeuse who met his demise.

Up above, the Archbishop of Sloth hovered, his frail frame hunched over, his greenish hair hanging in uneven strands over his bloodshot eyes. He clung to the unseen force keeping him aloft, his invisible hands writhing and curling in agitation as he surveyed the area.

And then-he recognized it.

His pupils constricted. His entire body stiffened, his breath hitching in his throat as his deranged mind put the pieces together.

[Petelgeuse]: "This place is..."

Subaru dismounted from Patrasche with slow, deliberate movements, his expression set in firm determination.

[Subaru]: "This-"

Be began, his voice steady, his eyes glinting with a confidence he rarely displayed.

[Subaru]: "Is a place where I once died."

He let those words hang in the air for a moment. Then, he continued, his voice dropping into a whisper.

[Subaru]: "And it's where you're going to die too."

Y/N stepped forward, his hands resting casually in his pockets as he observed the Archbishop with an air of detached amusement. His E/C eyes gleamed with something unreadable-neither pity nor hatred, just an unwavering certainty in the outcome of this battle.

[Y/N]: "I have to say,"

Y/N exhaled, closing his eyes momentarily.

[Y/N]: "This has already taken up too much of my time. Let's get this over with. I still have some... important matters to take care of."

Even as he spoke, a fleeting image passed through his mind-a gentle, knowing smile, short blue hair swaying in the breeze. A warmth that lingered, even in the depths of his soul.

He didn't need to say her name aloud.

He just knew he would be the one to make things right.

His eyes snapped open, sharp and focused once more. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled one hand from his pocket and raised a single finger, pointing directly at the Archbishop.