40. Same dark energy
The Anomaly — A Perfect Match to the Nightmare -
Adele pulled up the energy spike logs.
A shimmering waveform rose in the air above the desk—dark purple, sharp, chaotic, almost alive.
It twisted like a serpent made of shadows.
Marcelline's eyes widened.
Not noticeably—just a fraction.
But Adele, being a werewolf with heightened instincts, sensed the shift in her aura and straightened in concern.
Adele:
"Lady Marcelline… is something wrong?"
Marcelline didn't answer immediately.
She stood slowly, approaching the hologram.
The energy pulse flickered again—
Exactly like the one she felt in her dream.
That battlefield.
The horror.
The blood.
The screaming.
The steel tearing through flesh.
The ancient sword in her hand—one she had never seen yet felt painfully familiar.
Her chest tightened.
She reached out toward the hologram—
and the waveform reacted.
It shivered.
Like it recognized her.
Adele flinched, stepping backward.
Adele:
"This… is not normal. Even the AI sensors malfunctioned when they tried to analyze it. It's like the energy refused to be understood."
Marcelline's voice dropped into a low, deadly calm.
Marcelline:
"Because this energy isn't from this world."
Adele's eyes widened.
Adele:
"…My Lady… does it have anything to do with your nightmare last night?"
Marcelline closed her eyes briefly.
Images stabbed into her mind:
The battlefield torn open.
Winged bodies falling.
Demons roaring.
Angels burning.
Beasts tearing enemies apart.
Fairies unleashing blinding magic.
And herself—
in armor she had never worn,
holding a sword she had never touched,
standing in a war she had never lived.
Yet somehow…
she remembered every sound, every scream, every pain.
Marcelline opened her eyes—sharp, icy, terrifyingly composed.
Marcelline:
"It wasn't just a nightmare."
Adele trembled.
Marcelline:
"It was a memory fragment."
Adele's breath caught in her throat.
Adele:
"A—A memory…? From when?"
Marcelline stared at the energy spike as if it were a ghost reaching out from her past.
Her voice was soft.
Almost whispering.
But filled with a fear even she rarely felt.
Marcelline:
"From a time I never knew I lived."
Adele stepped closer, worry tightening her expression.
Adele:
"My Lady… this energy. It feels hostile. Very old. Very… destructive."
Marcelline nodded slowly.
Her fingers hovered over the anomaly again.
The dark waveform pulsed—
as if it recognized her blood, her soul, her ancient power hiding deep within.
Marcelline (whisper):
"It's from the same entity… the same force… that pulled me into that war."
Adele's eyes widened even further.
Adele:
"Is it dangerous?"
Marcelline's aura flared—
demonic wings flickering behind her silhouette for a split second.
Her angelic halo glowed faintly.
Her voice was cold.
Absolute.
Marcelline:
"If it's the same thing from my dream…
then it's powerful enough to slaughter gods."
Adele shivered.
The waveform flickered again—
this time as if laughing.
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