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The awakening

作者: R. Mobley
last update 最終更新日: 2025-05-02 06:06:38

The chamber was suffocating.

Clara’s breath echoed in the thick air, her heartbeat drumming louder than the pulse of the earth beneath her feet. She didn’t know if she was more afraid of what had happened to Emily or what she could feel stirring in the roots, creeping out from beneath the surface like a slow, suffocating tide.

Emily stood at the center of the cavern, unmoving. Her eyes were hollow, her face pale—too pale—and her body was impossibly still. Yet Clara could feel it. The same thing that had marked Emily, the same presence that had begun to claim her the moment they had tried to close the rift, was there. It was alive—but it wasn’t her.

“Emily…” Clara whispered, stepping forward. The words were thick with the weight of an emotion she couldn’t quite name—grief, terror, hope. “Please. Fight it. You have to fight it.”

Emily’s lips parted, but it wasn’t Emily’s voice that came out.

“I’m not hers anymore,” the voice rasped. It was low, ancient, and layered with the resonan
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  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The echo root

    The air hung unnaturally still after the man’s final breath, as though the forest itself paused in reverence or fear. Clara knelt beside his body, her fingers curling into the dirt. There was no blood, no final gasp—just a sudden, cold silence, as if something had reached out and stolen the last spark of life from him. Emily stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were distant, haunted—not just by what they had witnessed, but by the presence inside her that continued to churn restlessly beneath her skin. The Seed pulsed in tune with the forest, and Emily could feel it reacting to the man’s death. Something had shifted. A door had opened. Clara’s mind raced. Another bloodline. Another piece of the puzzle. The man hadn’t known everything, but he had known enough to be afraid—and to recognize that the curse of the Seed wasn’t just isolated to WildWood anymore. It was older, deeper, like roots spreading beneath the world. Emily stepped forward, her voice soft. “Cla

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    Beneath the surface

    The air was thick with the scent of pine and decay, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. The journey ahead was uncertain, yet Clara couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—not just in Emily, but in the world around them. The battle had been fought, the Seed temporarily suppressed, but the land itself still carried the echoes of something ancient, something darker. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of twisted branches, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch unnaturally, as though they were reaching for something. Clara walked beside Emily, the weight of their shared burden heavier than ever. They were more than friends now; they were tied to each other in ways neither fully understood. The forces they had faced—and those they had yet to face—would test them both in ways they couldn’t even begin to imagine. Emily’s hand hovered near her chest, where the lingering presence of the Seed pulsed like a second heartbeat. Clara noticed the occasional tre

  • Wildwood: The veins of the earth    The gathering storm

    Clara knelt beside Emily, her heart hammering in her chest, her hands still trembling from the sheer force of the battle they had just endured. The light had faded from Emily’s eyes, but there was a softness to her expression now—like she was finally waking from a nightmare, only to realize the world had changed around her. The wind had settled, and the ground beneath them, once so full of treacherous energy, now lay still. But Clara could feel it in her bones—the unease, the pull of something dark, something deep beneath the earth, calling to them. “We did it,” Clara whispered, half to herself, half to Emily. But the words felt hollow, empty against the weight of the silence surrounding them. Emily’s voice was weak, fragile. “But… what now? What happens to me?” Clara hesitated, her fingers brushing Emily’s damp forehead. She didn’t have an answer—not a complete one. The Seed had been driven back, for now, but the remnants of its power lingered, like ash in the air, waiting for a c

  • 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

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