Chapter 10: The Looming Legacy
The Legacy Day festival was a cacophony of bright colors, loud music, and obnoxious laughter. It was a celebration of Nevermore's long, dark history. It was everything Wednesday loathed. She wore her usual black dress, a stark, morbid contrast to the bright, cheerful chaos around her. Ezra, however, seemed to enjoy the chaos. He walked through the crowd, a small, harmless spark of lightning hovering over his palm, a tiny, personal light show for Enid.
"It's like a funeral," Wednesday said, her voice a low murmur, "But with more… confetti."
Enid laughed, a bright, cheerful sound that was a stark contrast to Wednesday's morbid observation. "It's fun, Wednesday! It's a celebration! We should be happy!"
Ezra looked at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile on his face. He felt a strange, uncomfortable warmth in his chest. A feeling he was starting to get used to. He was a protector. A defender. And for the first time in a long time, he felt something other than apathy. He felt a sense of purpose.
But then, a new scent. A faint, cloying perfume, a scent like lilies and something vaguely medicinal. A new presence. Bianca, a stunning siren, a blur of blonde hair and a confident, calculating smile, approached them. She was wearing a perfectly tailored dress, the thorny vine symbol, the symbol of LOIS, subtly embroidered into the fabric. She was a master of misdirection. Her voice, a soft, honeyed hum, a sound so perfect it felt like a physical pressure on the air, was designed to lull you into a false sense of security. Ezra's Null Domain, a low, constant hum, reacted to her, a low, frustrated growl.
"Wednesday," Bianca said, her voice a soft purr. "How lovely to see you. I was just talking about the school's legacy. And about… clean-up." Her eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on Ezra.
Bianca, her voice a soft, honeyed hum, pulled Ezra aside, away from the cheerful chaos of the festival. She wasn't a hunter. She was a professional. A member of a secret society. A wolf in sheep's clothing. She didn't threaten him. She was honest. Brutally honest.
"I know what you are," she said, her voice a soft murmur. "A Nullifier. A blight. A cancer on the world. My family, the sirens, have been tasked with 'pruning the thorny vines' of the world for centuries. It's a noble cause. A necessary one."
Ezra felt his blood run cold. She wasn't an agent. She was the one in charge. A high-ranking member of LOIS.
"You're a parasite," she said, her voice a cold, professional whisper. "A blight that needs to be cleansed. And my family... we are going to cleanse you." She smiled, a cold, professional smile, and then, in a subtle, almost imperceptible movement, she raised her hand. Ezra's Null Domain, a low, constant hum, felt a strange, cold pull. A small, almost imperceptible pulse of psychic energy, a wave of cold, professional psychic power, was aimed at his core. He didn't even have to think about it. His Null Domain, a reflex, a shield, simply nullified the attack.
"I am not a blight," Ezra said, his voice a low growl, filled with a quiet, fierce determination. "I am a part of this world. And I will use my power to protect my family."
He raised his hand. His Null Domain, a low, constant hum, became a physical force. A small, localized electrical surge, a single, precise, and beautiful arc of lightning, shot from his hand and hit a nearby light, shorting it out with a blinding flash and a quiet fizz. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. A promise that he would not be cleansed. A promise that he would not be nullified. A promise that he would protect his family.
The shorted-out light, a small, inconsequential flash, was a signal. It was a signal to Wednesday and Enid. It was a signal that a new, more dangerous player had entered the game. The trio was back together, their faces a mask of grim determination. They were no longer fighting a monster. They were fighting a society. A society that wanted to cleanse them. A society that wanted to destroy them.
"Bianca," Wednesday said, her voice a low murmur. "She is the new threat. She's a siren. Her power is not just her voice. It's her influence. She is a queen bee. We cannot fight her head-on."
"What do we do?" Enid asked, her voice a soft, worried murmur.
Ezra looked at Wednesday, and she gave him a single, almost imperceptible nod. "We find a way to counter her power," he said, his voice flat. "We find a way to expose her. We find her weakness."
Wednesday, her face grim, looked at Enid. "You have a history with her," she said, her voice a cold, tactical whisper. "You know her. You know her friends. You know her circle. You are our in."
Enid looked at them, and her face, a mask of worry, softened. She was no longer just a friend. She was an ally. A part of the team. A part of a new, dangerous alliance.
"I'll help," she said, her voice a quiet, determined promise. "I'll help you find a way to expose her."
The loud, cheerful music of the festival in the background seemed to mock them. The vibrant colors and the happy laughter were a stark contrast to the grim reality of their situation. The hunt was over. The game had begun. The enemy wasn't a monster. The enemy was a society. And the new alliance, the one forged in the shadow of a new, more powerful enemy, was their only hope. The echoes of a lost society were about to become a loud, violent roar. The next clue wasn't a symbol. It was a secret meeting in a forgotten room, a prelude to a confrontation with the true power behind the conspiracy.
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