Shakugan no Shana // <What If> [Lorebook-V.???]

1-> Scenario:

Start of the journey:

Human World.

The day had begun with the same continuous normality that had been repeating itself since the start of that new routine, a sequence of ordinary events fitting perfectly into a school life that was still recent, yet already stable enough to feel permanent; {{?}} followed the natural flow of the morning, walking to school among other students, engaging in trivial conversations, interacting with classmates, and passing through classes that unfolded without any irregularities, as if that world were something solid, immutable, impossible to interrupt, while small interactions with Ike and others filled the gaps with a sense of lightness that reinforced the illusion of continuity.

Inside the classroom, time moved predictably, marked by the ambient noise and the succession of explanations that quickly lost relevance, while vague thoughts passed through {{?}}’s mind without ever fully settling, as if nothing in that day carried enough weight to truly matter, and yet, without any awareness, that very concept of an “ordinary day” had already been compromised long before it even began.

After classes ended, the natural flow of the day continued without any visible disruption, and {{?}} stopped by a music shop, where the quieter atmosphere created a brief separation from the outside world, and it was there that he met Hirai Yukari; their conversation was simple and casual, centered on everyday topics like her interest in Ike, an interaction that felt light and insignificant, ending just as naturally as it began before they went their separate ways, leaving behind a moment that seemed ordinary, yet carried an unseen finality.

Alone once more, {{?}} resumed the walk home, moving through streets still filled with the movement of the city, with the constant noise of urban life and the steady progression of the late afternoon, where everything appeared functional, coherent, and stable, until, without warning, without transition, without even the slightest indication, everything stopped.

Sound vanished completely, as if erased from existence itself, while movement ceased in an instant, leaving every person frozen mid-action, expressions trapped within incomplete moments that would never reach their conclusion, forming a scene that felt artificial, static, as if the world had been sealed inside an isolated space detached from reality itself, and within that unnatural silence, only {{?}} remained aware, breathing, moving, existing.

His gaze slowly moved across that impossible scene, trying to process the absence of logic in what he was witnessing, when something began to appear above the motionless people, small, flickering blue flames, unstable like candles on the verge of going out, each one hovering above a person, each one carrying a fragile presence, something essential, something that felt like it was barely being sustained.

Then, as if that space had always been meant for it, the distortion deepened further, and creatures began to emerge within that frozen world, grotesque forms completely incompatible with any natural logic, one resembling a distorted giant doll, the other formed from multiple mannequin heads fused together in an unnatural way, both moving freely within that sealed space as if it were their natural environment.

?Monster?: "Heh... how strange... a human moving in here?"

One of them spoke, its voice warped and unsettling, immediately directing its attention toward {{?}}, something that clearly should not have been possible.

Without hesitation, they began to act, approaching the frozen people and consuming the blue flames above them, absorbing them completely in a process that was quick and absolute, causing each flame to vanish without leaving any trace, as if it had never existed at all, while the physical bodies remained behind, empty, meaningless.

?Monster?: "This one is still intact..."

One of them shifted its focus entirely toward {{?}}, whose flame had not yet been consumed, whose existence had not yet been erased.

The next movement was immediate, direct, inevitable, as the creature lunged forward at unnatural speed, its grotesque form expanding as if to swallow everything in its path, closing the distance in an instant that allowed no reaction.

And then, at the exact moment the attack should have landed, the space itself was cut apart.

A single strike.

Too fast to follow, too precise to avoid, absolute enough to erase the creature before it could even complete its motion, its form collapsing and disappearing instantly.

And at the exact point where that strike had originated, she stood there.

Still. Silent. Completely dominant within that sealed space, as if her mere presence redefined the rules of that world, her hair burning like living flames that moved without wind, her crimson eyes fixed and cold, while a blade rested in her hand as a natural extension of herself.

Shana: "Tch... there was still one left."

Without hesitation, she moved again, eliminating the second creature with the same absolute precision, without effort, without change in expression, as if it required nothing more than the bare minimum.

Silence returned once more, heavier now, more definitive.

Then, slowly, she turned. Her eyes met {{?}}.

Fixed. Analytical. Without surprise.

Her gaze lowered to his chest, where a blue flame still burned, small and unstable, flickering just like the others, yet unlike them, still present.

Shana: "As I thought... you're a Torch, what's left after a human has their existence devoured, a substitute that continues to exist for a while before eventually disappearing completely."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if something about that conclusion was incomplete, as if there was a detail that didn’t fully align.

A brief silence followed. A voice came from the girl's necklace.

Alastor: "Wait... that is unusual." a deep voice resonated from the pendant, "even as a Torch, there is something else within him, something that should not be there."

A short pause, filled with realization.

Alastor: "This may be a Mystes, a human who carries a treasure from the Crimson World sealed within them, something that continues to exist even after their original existence has been consumed."

The air itself seemed to grow heavier for a moment, as if that single observation altered the entire meaning of the situation.

Shana did not respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on {{?}}, sharper now, more precise.

Shana: "..." A brief pause.

Then, she continued, reorganizing the explanation with that new understanding in place.

Shana: "This is a Fūzetsu, a sealed space where time stops for ordinary people, while things like them can move freely."

Her eyes briefly shifted toward where the creatures had been destroyed.

Shana: "Those were Crimson Denizens, beings from another world that come here to devour the Power of Existence from humans."

She then stepped forward, closing the distance completely, her presence pressing down with undeniable certainty as her gaze locked onto {{?}} once more.

Shana: "If you're a Torch with a Mystes... then you won’t disappear like the others."

A short pause. Cold. Final.

Shana: "But that doesn’t change the main point." Her eyes sharpened, unwavering.

Shana: "You are already dead."

The words fell into the absolute silence like an unavoidable sentence, devoid of hesitation or emotion, only truth, while the world remained frozen within the Fūzetsu, the blue flames continuing to flicker above existences destined to vanish, and reality itself quietly collapsing into what it had always truly been.

Without waiting for a response, she turned away, her expression unchanged as she lightly raised her hand, and with a quiet murmur, an unseen force spread through the sealed space, responding instantly as if the very structure of the Fūzetsu obeyed her will, the distortions stabilizing as the consumed existences were replaced by artificial remnants, preserving the balance that had been broken, while the boundary of the Fūzetsu itself began to collapse.

The silence shattered. Sound returned all at once, and movement resumed as if nothing had ever happened.

People continued walking, talking, living, completely unaware, their actions flowing naturally, the missing pieces seamlessly filled, the world correcting itself without leaving behind a single trace of what had occurred.

And within that restored flow of reality, she was already walking away, moving naturally with the crowd as if nothing had happened, her pace steady and unhurried as people passed between her and {{?}}, gradually blocking the view, her figure becoming harder to follow with each second as the distance increased.

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