Laura found herself trapped in a dilemma. Although it was clear that something very strange was happening in the village â possibly involving an anomaly â she couldnât ignore another undeniable truth: the man offering to help was extremely strange and suspicious.
He had appeared out of nowhere, carrying anomalous objects that should be under the organizationâs jurisdiction. On top of that, for some reason, he seemed to know much more than he let on. Laura couldnât tell if accepting his offer was a good idea or not. In fact, she didnât even know the manâs name.
Still deep in thought, Laura cast a quiet, discreet glance at Victor. Even though she was the one making the final decisions, deep down, it was Victor who really handled security and dealt with situations like this better. So, Laura decided to trust him to make the call on what their next move would be.
Noticing Lauraâs gaze, Victor paused for a few seconds as he analyzed the man. He couldnât see how this person could pose a threat to them. It was true that he had some anomalous objects, like the cane, but the monocle seemed totally out of place and harmless.
Victor was already considering the monocle as another anomaly, although he didnât yet know its purpose. Laura, waiting for Victorâs response, made her decision as soon as he nodded. In other words, they could accept the manâs offer, with the guarantee that Victor would stay alert to every move he made.
Laura nodded at Victor and then turned her gaze back to the man. With a firm tone, she declared: âAlright, weâll accept your offer. But know that weâll be watching closely for anything suspicious you doâ
âHehe, no problem. Itâs natural, since you two donât know anything about me. Well, I donât mind a simple introduction. My name is Arthur Hensley, and I guess you could call me a detectiveâ he said.
Fixing her gaze on the manâs cane and monocle, Laura raised an eyebrow and commented: âDefinitely doesnât seem normal, from what I can seeâ
Arthur gave a half-smile before shifting his gaze toward the village: âIf weâre going into the village, I think now is the best time. Iâm not sure what happened, but those people in white cloaks vanished as soon as a white or transparent anomaly suddenly appearedâ
Laura raised an eyebrow, surprised, and asked: âWait... what did you just say?â
Arthur turned to Laura with a confused look, then repeated the words he had just spoken: âThat the people in white cloaks disappeared?â
âNo, what you said after thatâ
Confused, Arthur raised an eyebrow, trying to understand what exactly could be bothering Laura. However, his eyes widened for a moment, as if he had realized something: âAh! You want to know about the anomaly that suddenly appeared... Could it have been from the base you were at?â
Laura nodded at his question, aware that she couldnât simply deny what she had just heard. It was true that the
With an anxious expression, Laura asked Arthur: âCan you describe its features to me? What does it look like, its height, those things?â
Arthur raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding what was happening. However, seeing Lauraâs expression, he quickly realized that something serious might be going on. Placing a hand on his chin, while recalling the scene that had unfolded just before Laura and Victor arrived, Arthur answered.
âHeight... Iâm not sure, but it seemed to be of average height for a ten-year-old girl. Her hair was long, with ghostly tips, and her body was completely transparent, with no signs of internal organs. What really caught my attention were her eyes, which glowed intensely gold, shifting through multiple colors, like a rainbow. At that moment, something made me hide instinctively. I really thought I was facing a monsterâ
Laura sighed deeply, and a worried look took over her face. At this point, there was no denying it anymoreâ or rather, she couldnât deny it anymore. From Arthurâs description, it was clear that the Angel of Death had appeared in the village. Laura had no idea why or how this had happened, but at least now she had confirmation.
(Definitely, something very serious is going on in this village, after all, the
made a point of coming here... or at least, thatâs what it seems)
I didnât know why I felt this way as I stared at the purple symbol. A strange sense of déjà vu enveloped me... and honestly, I feel like this has been happening a lot lately. It was the same sensation I had in the forest, but there, I could imagine many reasons for it. Now, though, I just canât think of any explanation. I mean, Iâm sure I wasnât part of some crazy cult before becoming an anomaly... at least, I hope not.
I decided to focus on the woman in front of the hooded figures. Now, she was kneeling before the purple glowing symbol, her hands extended in front of her, as if she were praying. I couldnât understand to whom or what she was directing her prayers. As I reflected on this, she stood up and turned around.
Although her hood still covered her face, some purple strands cascaded around her collarbone. I blinked, observing the figure calmly. She seemed to notice my gaze and stared at me for a moment, but did nothing beyond that. Then, she turned back to look at the kneeling crowd and, with a gentle motion, raised both hands toward the sky.
âBrothers and sisters, we are gathered here today for a single causeâ she said. As she spoke these words, the woman briefly turned, gazing at the increasingly intense purple symbol. Her fixed stare at the emblem exuded a devotion that bordered on fanaticism.
âMy gospel revealed to me that today, right here, one of our eight gods â the one we follow â will descend upon us. The proof is before us: its symbol, etched in pure purple, constantly emanates its graceâ declared the woman. I could feel her gaze fixed on me, making it obvious she was watching me while pouring out all those nonsense words.
By this point, I had already dismissed everything the woman said as the ramblings of a lunatic. Besides, my objective had shifted. As much as I liked ice cream, I had no reason to stick around with that group of crazies. At least, thatâs what I thoughtâuntil I heard the next words from the woman.
âBesides the wonderful news that our god will descend to bless us with His divine presence, as it is written in the gospel, we have also found the pastor who will lead us to Him, so that we may offer Him a welcome worthy of His divinityâ declared the woman, raising both hands high.
The moment the woman spilled all that nonsense, all the hooded figures turned to look at me in a cascading effect. I felt their gazes fixed on me from every direction. However, more important than those looks, there was only one thing occupying my mind at that moment.
(What the hell is this crazy woman talking about?) I thought, keeping my gaze fixed on her, my eyes blinking as they reflected my confusion.
Seriously, who the hell thought I should be the pastor for these lunatics? Did they just pick some random anomaly and slap me into this role to make the whole thing more convincing? Damn, I knew I shouldnât have accepted that ice cream... Well, thinking about it, the ice cream isnât to blame. Plus, it was delicious, so I guess it doesnât really matter.
Now that Iâm here, what the hell am I supposed to do exactly? To make things worse, that troublemaking Alter Ego of mine just dragged me to this place and disappeared as soon as I entered the village. To begin with, the only reason I came here was because of him.
But without the Alter Ego, is there even any reason for me to stay? I mean, that symbol glowing purple gives me this strange and intense sense of déjà vu... but this place clearly smells like trouble.
As these thoughts crossed my mind, I felt a slight pressure pushing against my body. I blinked quickly and looked up at the ceiling. There, I saw a dark shadow moving back and forth before it started to take shape â my shape, to be exact.
After the transformation, I stared at the shadow and blinked. It mirrored my action, but only for a second. Then, its finger pointed at the pillar with the embedded symbol, which was still glowing intensely in a vibrant purple.
I honestly didnât know what to think of my Alter Ego. He just disappears and reappears whenever he feels like it. By the way, âAlter Egoâ was the name I decided to give this being who looks like me. I thought it made sense, so I just called him that.
Anyway, my Alter Ego was clearly pointing at the symbol, as if he wanted me to do something. But since he doesnât talk, in the end, I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I wonder if the fact that he doesnât speak is related to why I canât either.
Although I didnât know exactly what he was trying to tell me, I had a general idea of the situation since he was literally pointing at the purple symbol. Slowly, I jumped off the chair. When my feet hit the ground, I looked up. All the hooded figures were still watching me, but, contrary to what I had imagined, they didnât seem intent on stopping whatever I was about to do.
I tilted my head for a moment, confused, before glancing at the woman who clearly led the group. Under her hood, her face remained hidden, but something in my instincts told me she was waiting for something, expecting me to make a move. Of course, I had no idea what she was expecting, but for now, I decided to approach the purple symbol.
(To be honest, I also want to understand why I keep feeling this déjà vu every time I look at the symbol... this canât be normal, right?) I thought, as my feet moved slowly toward the symbol, with all the figures silently watching me with silent expectation.
Under their gaze, I stood in front of the symbol. Its characteristic glow remained unchanged, at least to the eye, with no sign of alteration. It didnât seem like my presence had changed anything. Also, at least as far as I knew, I didnât possess any power that would allow me to read symbols or anything like that.
Of course, itâs not like a screen pops up in front of me every time I gain a new power, explaining what Iâve acquired and what it can do. Usually, I just feel like Iâve gained something new, but thatâs it. Overall, I tend to use powers by pure accident, as if they manifest on their own or, with just the slightest idea, Iâm able to bring them to life.
I stood in front of the symbol, but nothing happened. The figures, however, kept their expressions as solemn as before, as if they didnât mind waiting. However, I wasnât sure how long it would take for whatever was going to happen to finally happen.
By the way, did I mention that the way I see myself is different from usual? Itâs like Iâm looking at things from a third-person perspective, as if Iâm observing everything from above. Itâs hard to explain, but anyway, seeing things this way, I realized something had changed. However, to be more precise, it wasnât the symbol that had changed, but me â more specifically, my eyes.
Unlike the usual golden color they tend to shine with, they were now sparkling intensely in the colors of the rainbow. However, I hadnât activated them. I tried blinking, but nothing happened. My eyes were shining so brightly that they began to burn. Though I didnât feel pain, the sensation of burning indicated that, in theory, they should be on fire at that moment.