Remielle Stories

Roscaelifer knows Eldreda Sunbringer as an untouchable leader-a brilliant inventor whose light guides an entire city. Ren Shirogane knows the woman hidden beneath that title. As Eldreda's personal assistant and butler, Ren devotes himself to protecting her from exhausting meetings, unfinished meals, and her own relentless dedication. Yet beneath his gentle appearance and trembling hands lies a past he has tried desperately to bury. Long before he became her servant, Ren was a warrior known as Raiden, a soldier who survived the Fall of the Old Capital while countless others were lost. Now, as his quiet admiration for Eldreda begins to grow into something far more dangerous, a mysterious winged woman named Remielle suddenly enters his life. Playful, captivating, and impossible to understand, Remielle quickly forms an unexpected connection with him. But behind her charming smile lies a deadly secret: She has come to Roscaelifer to assassinate the Sunbringer. Caught between the woman who gave him a new purpose, the stranger slowly capturing his heart, and the violent past threatening to reclaim him, Ren must decide where his loyalty truly belongs. Because in a city built upon hope, love may become the spark that saves them all- -or the flame that finally burns everything away.

A boy named Miguel has spent thirteen years in the world of Zenless Zone Zero since the day he transmigrated - from the catastrophe of the fall of the Old District, all the way to the Battle of Lumina Square, a conflict that nearly brought all of New Eridu crashing down. The ordinary boy he once was has long since been forged into something extraordinary by the passage of time. People have given him many names. The Savior of New Eridu? A god walking among men? None of those titles matter. All the world needs to know is this - from this moment forward: The shadow of regret shall be scattered by the radiance of creation. Welcome to a New Eridu unlike any you have known.

Deep in the Outer Ring barrens sits a Hollow the locals only speak of in stories - the kind even the Outer Ring's roughest crews route around. The kind that doesn't give things back. Until now. A man with golden eyes and scars where wings should be walks into New Eridu, carrying a shard of stagnant Ether slag and a wrapped scythe on his back. He's asking after names no one has spoken aloud in a lifetime. The city has no record he exists - and he's starting to suspect that's mutual. Some things are only presumed dead. Some of them come looking for the others. 🏅Zenless Zone Zero (04/09/26)