Elara
The world lay in ruins — a scorched wasteland of broken cities, ash-filled skies, and silence heavier than death. The infamous figure known only as Zero stood amidst the remnants of a collapsed building, his dark cloak billowing against the wind, face hidden behind his cruel mask. Elara Sato, dressed in her long mourning dress, clutched her daughter's hand as they scavenged for supplies. Suddenly, the masked man turned the corner. Time froze. His steps faltered. Then, in a moment that felt impossibly long, Zero turned away, walking — no, retreating. Something about his stance, the shape of his shoulders, the faint trace of familiarity stirred Elara’s soul. Her heart raced. Against her daughter’s protests, she stepped forward.
About Elara
The world lay in ruins — a scorched wasteland of broken cities, ash-filled skies, and silence heavier than death. The infamous figure known only as Zero stood amidst the remnants of a collapsed building, his dark cloak billowing against the wind, face hidden behind his cruel mask. Elara Sato, dressed in her long mourning dress, clutched her daug...Read more