Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In the obscure darkness, the tall and slender figure with strange outlines was like a thin curtain, which was suddenly torn open by something, so light that it shook people's perception of its weight and size.

The already abnormal body shape became even more abnormally curved, the upper limbs were bent as if they were boneless, and the chest was hollow like a flattened box.

The sound of soft tissue tearing and broken ends rubbing when compressed to a moment is so distorted that it is difficult to form an intuitive concept of what happened.

All I know is that in a very short period of time, the owner of that terrifying hammer no longer had the ability to continue swinging it, and allowed it to slip out of his loose palm, and his body fell to the ground, like a piece of nightmare that never woke up. The heavy cinders that precipitated out of it.

Yvonne stood there, feeling that his thinking became stagnant at this moment. Wiggle your fingers and recall the feeling of throwing an object.

The consciousness that has not completely escaped from the dream is still tired, immersed in the inexplicable sense of freedom of the passing dream and the huge gap between reality, and follows instinct and reflex actions, without even understanding what he just did.

Long-term adaptation makes the body gradually accustomed to changes, and it often forgets what kind of things are lurking under the seemingly ordinary surface, causing it to unintentionally show up when there is no control.

Standing there, she took a few deep breaths to understand the ins and outs of the matter. The first thing that appears is the habitual panic. Just like every time before, when something is wrong, the mistake has been made, and fragments of the window frame, penholder or glassware are stuck in the palm of the hand.

But logical thinking gradually took over and realized that the situation was different from usual. There's no need to feel sorry for the guy who has "abnormal" written all over his face, and the copper candlestick probably won't mind this little bump.

Some similar scenes came to mind, mostly related to the night and the door. Noisy or quiet things were walking outside, beating against the flimsy shelter. All that could be done was to find a safe corner in the limited space.

But this time she stood outside the door. The darkness that filled every space like deep water enveloped her, and contained malice of unknown form and quantity.

The instincts burned in the blood and these memories create a slight fear, like salt water choked deep into the nasopharynx, sending a stinging sense of danger and insecurity. Behind it was a thick wooden door with a two-finger-wide metal latch.

She tried to take a step forward, but it was not as difficult as she thought. Then she got faster and faster, and became more and more comfortable, until she stood in front of the fallen body that was groaning unsustainably.

It was different from the time in Westminster. He could feel the opponent's movements, even though they were very weak. This man who had been changed by some kind of power still maintained his consciousness after losing a hand and a quarter of his ribs. It was in vain. Trying to save lives that are already on the verge of exhaustion.

The suffocation and pain prevented him from concentrating on thinking, so he just used his remaining hand to grope for the injured area, trying to find the implant.

Yvonne saw that the eyes that were deeply embedded in the sockets reflected things that were previously covered by darkness and fanaticism: survival, pain, confusion, and his own figure, which was stretched by the spherical surface in the dim light and became long and dark.

[I've already done this once, it's no big deal]

With this thought in mind, he grasped the exposed handle of the candlestick and slowly pulled it out with force.

The copper structure was not designed for puncture and was not as hard as steel. It deformed under the violent impact and got stuck between hard objects. The entire upper body was lifted up by this action.

She tried to twist the handle left and right like she was dealing with a shovel drilled into the soil. The slightly wet metal surface was a little slippery, and the looseness was not ideal. It seemed that more things were wrapped around it, and it stopped completely.

She didn't know what it was, so she didn't think about it and subconsciously didn't want to think about it. She stepped on the position next to the candlestick and applied more force.

The feeling of obstruction lasted for a short time before disappearing. The brittle and tough things broke, and the regular trembling under the feet gradually became weaker and stopped completely.

The candlestick was freed from its shackles and returned to her control. Streams of liquid gathered at the tip of the fixed candle and fell to the ground bit by bit.

Logically speaking, Yvonne felt that she should be frightened, cringe, and at the very least, nauseated. But in fact, she just completed it all, like an irrelevant bystander, manipulating her hands and feet like a puppet.

My heart was not calm, some intense emotions were surging, but they seemed unfamiliar because they hadn't been there for a long time.

The tiny rustling whispers continued, becoming sharper and whistling as if the tip of a needle was scratching. It clearly demonstrates the presence, not only in the spirit but also in the body, that they are one.

For the first time, Yvonne heard something from inside, which was a direction; turning around and looking behind, a new sneaky shadow appeared in the open door.

The intruder, realizing that his hiding had failed, rushed over decisively, holding his weapon high. He had doubts about the ineffectiveness of his companions, but he didn't think much about what happened. He just felt that no one should be standing here to stop them.

Perhaps in anticipation, he could quickly win with his physical advantage, but what he was most worried about was that the witness would escape and attract more helpers.

The girl clearly felt that the things brought out from the fantasy were full of aggression, but she had to choose to compromise under the pressure. It was a part of herself but not entirely her own.

Before the unknown price comes, the carrier taking root here also provides some unintended side effects-power, power enough to bring about change, and now is the occasion when it can and is suitable to use it, even the professor will support it.

That emotion is still pouring out, and it grows with the careless swing of the heavy objects in his hands, making his spirit light.

It digs through thick barriers and rushes out from the depths of the closed heart, breaking away the depression and haze and crushing self-doubt. It is not any processed emotion, but pure catharsis.

She released this power to her heart's content, used it subjectively and firmly, and deeply understood why her guardian was not happy to see anyone touching it - things that subverted common sense naturally have an irresistible charm, even if Knowing that such pursuits will lead to negative consequences.

The seemingly tall and invincible obstacle was shattered in front of it, the steel blade was rolled back, the finger bones were broken, and the skin was torn.

He wailed and fell back, covering some of his missing limbs, hunched over in pain, and the situation was reversed.

I couldn't hear the specific content, but it was mostly disorganized modalities, incomprehensible curses, and unwilling begging for mercy. Those half-understood words were too loud, active in every muscle and symphony in the spirit, leaving her no time to listen to the last boring curse.

The hard bone plate shattered, and the brass silenced the voice of the bearer of this power, freeing it.

There is no second form that dares to make a sound.

The corridor fell silent, and in the air filled with the smell of rusty iron, there was a strange yet familiar chuckle of satisfaction.

Yvonne stood for a while, found a clean place to place the candlestick, lifted the limp monk with suspected concussion symptoms from the ground, and waited for a bunch of late arrivals to rush up the stairs.

"It's nothing, I solved it." She had wanted to say this for a long time.