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Shore bound

作者: R. Mobley
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-06 10:01:56

Clara stood atop the Salt-Wake cliffs as the sun bled through the dark clouds, its light dim and viscous like oil smeared across a lantern. The sea below did not move like it should. It pulsed, swaying in slow, arrhythmic heartbeats, like something buried beneath it had begun to stir.

She tightened her coat and turned away from the view. Ashani waited by the church ruins, eyes closed, listening to the wind like it was a language.

“You feel it?” Clara asked.

Ashani opened her eyes, voice low. “The veil’s thinner here. Whatever Emily brings with her—it’s waking up the things that were buried long before any of us.”

They’d found salt lines broken along the thresholds of every house. Talismans, long dried with blood and ash, had cracked and fallen from the doorways. The wards were failing. All of them. And not from time or neglect—but from something inside the town itself turning against them.

“We need to move fast,” Clara said. “Find the temple beneath the coast. Ireth said it would
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  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The shattered veil

    The moment Clara’s blade sank into the earth, a blinding light erupted from the point of contact, sending a shockwave through the very air. The ground beneath them trembled, the earth groaning as if awakening from an eternal slumber. The roots that had ensnared Clara flared and writhed like living serpents, recoiling from the force of the blade, and Emily staggered backward, her hands trembling as the light from the Salt-Blood blade cut through the darkness that had overtaken her. For a brief, fragile moment, Clara thought she saw something behind Emily’s eyes—something human. A flicker of recognition. A desperate plea for help. But then the light dimmed, and the roots seemed to pulse with a life of their own, as if trying to pull her back into the abyss from which they had risen. “No,” Emily gasped, her voice cracked with pain. “I… I don’t want to be this anymore. I don’t want to be… this thing.” Clara’s heart twisted. She could feel the struggle within Emily, the part of her that

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The bridge between

    The sea roared, waves crashing violently against the jagged rocks, as if the earth itself were reacting to the tension between Clara and Emily. The wind howled, tugging at their clothes, the scent of salt and decay filling the air. Clara stood at the edge of the cliff, eyes locked with Emily, whose transformation had reached its full, terrifying potential. The glow emanating from Emily’s form was eerie, like moonlight trapped inside her very skin, veins of root and coral crawling beneath her translucent flesh. Clara could feel it in the air—the pull, the weight of something ancient and unstoppable stirring just beneath the surface. Emily was no longer just a friend, a girl caught in the crossfire of something greater. She was now the vessel, the key to something far worse than they had ever imagined. “You don’t have to do this,” Clara said, her voice thick with a mixture of desperation and defiance. She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, though her heart was racing. “This isn’t y

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The breach

    The air felt heavy, thick with salt and the promise of things both old and new. The once familiar rhythm of the waves crashing against the cliffs now seemed distant, muffled, as though the world itself held its breath in anticipation. Clara stood at the edge of the rocky shoreline, her eyes fixed on Emily as the woman—the thing—approached. Her figure was different now, too ethereal, too tied to something beyond the natural world. Her steps were slow, deliberate, each one leaving faint imprints in the sand, like she was both of this earth and not. Vines of root and coral crawled up her limbs, twisting in strange patterns, the marks of the Seed claiming her slowly. Her eyes were no longer the bright, defiant windows to her soul. Instead, they shone with a pale, oceanic glow, clouded with the knowledge of things beyond human comprehension. Clara’s chest tightened. Emily wasn’t lost to the Seed yet—not fully—but the change was undeniable. The girl she had known, the friend she had tried

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The temples memory

    The temple pulsed like a great sleeping heart. Clara stood at the center of the chamber, the basin before her rippling with threads of glowing memory. Each wave that shimmered across its surface showed glimpses of past and future—spirals of time that refused to stay still. Ashani watched from the edge, her fingers tracing a protective sigil on the wall—one of the oldest Yanuwah glyphs, a tether for clarity in places soaked with ancestral grief. “What did you see?” she asked quietly. Clara didn’t answer at first. Her breath still felt borrowed. Stolen. “I saw her,” Clara said finally. “But not just Emily. I saw… me. A version of me that isn’t bound by who I am now. Something older, tied to the roots, to the Salt-Blood line. And I saw Emily being torn open—not by force, but by choice. She’s not resisting anymore. She’s embracing what the Seed inside her wants.” Ashani stepped closer. “Then we’ve already lost her?” Clara shook her head. “No. That’s what it wants us to think. I thi

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    Shore bound

    Clara stood atop the Salt-Wake cliffs as the sun bled through the dark clouds, its light dim and viscous like oil smeared across a lantern. The sea below did not move like it should. It pulsed, swaying in slow, arrhythmic heartbeats, like something buried beneath it had begun to stir. She tightened her coat and turned away from the view. Ashani waited by the church ruins, eyes closed, listening to the wind like it was a language. “You feel it?” Clara asked. Ashani opened her eyes, voice low. “The veil’s thinner here. Whatever Emily brings with her—it’s waking up the things that were buried long before any of us.” They’d found salt lines broken along the thresholds of every house. Talismans, long dried with blood and ash, had cracked and fallen from the doorways. The wards were failing. All of them. And not from time or neglect—but from something inside the town itself turning against them. “We need to move fast,” Clara said. “Find the temple beneath the coast. Ireth said it would

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The hollow tide

    Salt-Wake had always been a strange place. A town born of half-truths and broken pilgrimages, crouched between jagged cliffs and the endless sea. Its people spoke in whispers, and its buildings leaned like they were trying to escape the waves. But as Emily emerged from the forest’s edge, she realized something had changed. The sky was the first sign—tinted with an oily sheen, dark clouds dragging across the horizon in unnatural silence. No birds. No wind. Just pressure. Salt-Wake’s streets were empty. Curtains fluttered in windows where no breath stirred. Doors were ajar. Footprints in the sand ended too suddenly. The town had been abandoned—or worse. Emily moved with caution. Her bones ached with the memory of what she had become in WildWood. She could still hear the forest behind her, whispering like a forgotten lover. But the whispers here were different. Lower. Thicker. They came not from the trees—but the sea. She crossed the main square, past the old church where Cla

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