The Omega's Surge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Izon's Pov I could feel my feet squish in the muddy ground like a baby's bathing sponge in frustrated hands. I hated it when it rained; and even more so when I had to be out on the field at the same time. The weapons I carried grew heavier as the rain poured down, and I walked damp past the barracks and into the armament room. I pushed open the door with my feet as every square inch of my arms were occupied. The metal door creaked open and I huffed; dragging blades and axes as though a knight wearing double chainmail. The room was lit with torches on all sides and the whole space seemed to glow red like hell's belly. I frowned as I moved over to the vacant clips on the walls, and filled them with weapons, increasing our arsenal. It was the only thing that felt good for me as far as today was concerned."Might grow old and die being second fiddle...but I won't accept it..." I groaned, lifting a mace.The head was spherical, and spikes shot out every which way; one wrong move and a fi

Noah's PovI froze at the question. As my hands let go of Colin and he slipped from my grasp; tumbling to the floor in a loud groan. I stepped back slowly, as thoughts rushed forward in my mind, making me fear the worst. Images and memories flooded back, and I found my breath almost hanging on a thread. I could feel my hands begin to shake as I remembered the battle at the boundary."Flanagan?" I said, out of breath."Ding ding ding..." Colin answered, coughing. "We have a winner..." he groaned, trying to get up."So stay off my back Noah..." he wheezed. "I'm just trying to have a peaceful evening alright..." he gestured, finally straightening up. "You already disturbed my peaceful afternoon, so please give me room this time okay?... I'm too tired to worry about kidnapping..."My eyes glazed in anger again as I faced him. I raised a hand the second time now, and released a punch. But I was shocked as this time, it missed the target. It didn't miss by a wide margin but it missed. And

Noah's PovI raised it up and dropped the silver box on the table. It clanked, and I could see Colin's eyes bulge slightly as he saw it. His eyes widened gently, then furrowed; glowering at the box, as they moved from left to right. And I guessed, in reading the latin inscriptions."Others rise and fall, but as Omegas we fall then rise. Remember you'll die, but you'll die a million times..." I said.I smiled as I sensed I could gain an upper hand in the argument if I played this card right; and my first move was to recite the inscription as his eyes rolled over it. I saw his face glance towards me sharply as I talked. Then fell back to the box, before he straightened up from the counter, sighing again."Now what's this then?" he said, raising a brow."Oh, you don't know?" I asked, confident."No, I don't. Where did you find it?""In the ground...""Where?"What does it matter?" I smiled."Oh honestly, are you seriously playing right now?..." he asked. "You bring out a weird box from i

Izon's PovI fell to the floor, tumbling back and almost hitting my head on a table. The wrench fell from my grasp and sunk in the muddy floor as my hands did the same. I found myself on the ground, breathing heavily; now staring at the tool frightened.It stood horizontal, facing the ceiling, and another image of Flanagan reflected on it, flashing again. I gasped and paddled backwards frantically. And as more images intermittently flashed, I suddenly stood up and picked up the wrench, tossing it out of one of the locked windows; cracking a hole in it with the force.The rain outside was still pouring down heavily and my heart was still beating as I heaved off the floor in a groan. I wanted to run outside and return to my tent, but now I feared being struck by lightning. There was nowhere else to go, but staying here was going to be uncomfortable; and seeing Flanagan's face in a flash of resemblance disturbed my consciousness.The goddess, I knew, wasn't happy with me, and might strik

Colin's PovThe sun peeked through the blinds and almost made me blind. As I groaned out of the couch, with heavy eyes and my robe still tied around me. I felt lightheaded and my head hurt seemingly everywhere. I stood up slowly, with my hands at the back of my head, feeling a sore growing there. I could sense it was late morning, and I wondered how long I had slept?Or what made me fall asleep?As the last I remember I had been talking to Noah, standing by the fireplace; not in bed, or on the couch?I turned around and saw my kitchen. And I frowned, moving slowly, past the living room and reaching the counter. I remembered what had happened yesterday, and was surprised as I saw the rubble cleared. There were no broken pieces of plates and glass and wood or red blood?Noah had been true to his word, and had called the cleaners to clear the mess. He had been here last night; in the pouring rain, and now was gone in the morning sun. And it disturbed me. As I was still wondering what had