Crown of The Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

We found ourselves wandering to the edge of camp as twilight painted the sky in shades of amber and violet.Our merged form settled finally—not one body anymore, but five overlapping like translucent images layered atop each other. Sometimes Kael's golden eyes dominated. Sometimes Rhett's sharp features. Sometimes Darius's elegant hands or Marcus's silver-threaded hair or my own smaller frame.We were all of them. All of us. Constantly."You should rest," Queen Elara had said. "Whatever rest means for you now."But rest felt impossible when we existed as five consciousnesses thinking simultaneously. Sleep would require all five perspectives agreeing to unconsciousness at once—coordination we had not yet mastered.So we walked to where the forest met the camp boundary, seeking solitude we could never truly have. Because even alone, we were never alone. We had each other. Would always have each other. Forever trapped in the most intimate connection possible.*Is this what you wanted?* W

We stood before the corrupted palace, and through five sets of eyes, we saw our entire lives converging on this moment.Kael's perspective remembered training in these courtyards, learning brutality from a father who confused cruelty with strength. Rhett's memories whispered of political games played in gilded halls, manipulating nobles while feeling utterly alone. Darius recalled perfect performances of princely duty, each smile hiding the weight of impossible expectations. Marcus saw years of exile, watching these walls from a distance, always the outsider. And Lyra—Lyra remembered dying here across multiple timelines, always failing, always losing everyone she loved."Are you ready?" Queen Elara asked, approaching our shifting form with careful steps."No," we admitted, five voices harmonizing into something that sounded like grief. "We will never be ready for this. But ready or not, it happens anyway."She studied us with a mother's eyes that had learned to see past surfaces. "Whe

We lay in the field of impossible flowers, no longer thousands but five again.The separation from the collective left us gasping. Feeling simultaneously too large for our bodies and too small for our minds. Through the bond, we felt each other's disorientation—like waking from a dream where you were everything, only to find yourself confined to singular flesh again."Is everyone—" Kael tried to sit up and immediately collapsed. "—alive?"Around us, warriors were stirring. Groaning. Touching their own faces like they had forgotten what having individual bodies felt like. Some were crying. Others laughing hysterically. A few just stared at the sky with expressions of profound bewilderment."Sound off!" Lady Seraphine's voice cut through the chaos. Still practical, still commanding, even after being part of a merged consciousness. "Anyone injured beyond walking?"Slowly, voices began responding. Confirming survival. Confirming confusion. Confirming that yes, that really happened, and no

The Court tent fell silent as King Aldric was brought forward in silver chains.He looked smaller than we remembered. Diminished. The man who had once commanded absolute authority now walked with the shuffle of someone who knew judgment approached and accepted it as deserved.Through the bond, we felt Kael's internal war—the boy who had loved his father battling the man who understood justice required consequences. The others offered support through the connection, but this pain was uniquely his to bear."King Aldric Ironfang," Queen Elara's voice rang with formal authority. "You stand accused of voluntary corruption, conspiracy with cosmic entities, attempted genocide, and crimes against your own people. How do you answer?""Guilty." His voice was steady. Clear. "To all charges. I invited the Void Emperor's corruption. I committed atrocities while possessed. I am responsible."Murmurs rippled through the assembled crowd. Many had expected denial. Political maneuvering. Not this stark

The crystallized palace was haunting in moonlight.We walked its transformed corridors three nights after accepting governance, unable to sleep despite exhaustion. Through the bond, we felt each other's restlessness—the weight of decisions made, consequences unfolding, futures uncertain.The walls hummed with residual joy from thousands of souls. Not sound exactly—sensation. Like walking through solidified happiness that still remembered what it had been before transformation."This place feels alive," Marcus observed, his magical senses reading currents we could not see. "The joy that built it left impressions. Emotional echoes trapped in crystalline structure.""Can you hear them?" Lyra asked through the bond. "The voices?"We stopped. Listened with five sets of ears and one shared awareness.Yes. There. Faint whispers in the crystal itself.*Thank you.**You saved us.**We gave everything willingly.**No regrets.*The gratitude was overwhelming. These were the warriors who had merg