Beyond Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

The Storm Beneath Our FeetThe earth had never felt so alive—and that terrified me.Every step we took across the plains sent vibrations through the ground, faint but constant, like the heartbeat of something enormous sleeping just below. The air smelled of metal and rain, though the sky was clear. Each gust of wind carried a whisper that wasn’t quite sound, wasn’t quite thought—just a reminder that the gods were no longer as distant as we’d hoped.Sylra walked beside me, her cloak drawn tight, her eyes scanning the horizon. “The fractures are spreading faster than I calculated,” she murmured, half to herself. “If the rate keeps increasing, we’ll be standing on the seam between realms before sunset.”Aaron kicked a loose stone ahead of him. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Maybe the gods can fix this mess for us.”Edward didn’t slow his pace. “You saw what happened last time something came through.” His tone was clipped, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.“Yeah, and I

The Fractured LightThe sky was still trembling when we returned to camp.The world looked wrong—like reality itself hadn’t quite snapped back into place. Trees were frozen mid-sway, clouds half-formed like unfinished brushstrokes, and the air shimmered faintly, as if some invisible boundary had been stretched too thin. Even the birds didn’t sing.Edward walked beside me, his jaw tight, his hand hovering near his sword though there was nothing left to fight. His eyes darted across the landscape, sharp, calculating, like he was searching for threats in the silence.Aaron followed a few steps behind, scowling. “So,” he muttered, “we nearly got turned into divine confetti, and now the world’s… melting. Great job, everyone.”Sylra ignored him. She was kneeling near a fallen tree, tracing her fingers over the bark. It was glowing faintly gold. “It’s not melting,” she said softly. “It’s… adapting. The merge is trying to finish what it started.”I pressed a hand to my chest, to the faint wa

Reflections of the HeartEdward’s body was still. Too still. The light that always clung to him—the faint shimmer of the runes Sylra had carved, the warmth of his soul—was gone. And across from me stood her—the other me, the reflection the god had made.She looked exactly like me, every scar, every strand of hair, even the mark on her wrist. The only difference was her eyes. Mine burned with light; hers burned with fire.“Give it back,” I whispered.She tilted her head, studying Edward’s heart glowing in her palm like an ember. “You can’t command what you’ve already given away,” she said softly. “You chose him over everything else, Kora. And that weakness is why you’ll never be whole.”I took a step forward. The darkness beneath us rippled like liquid glass. “You don’t know what love is.”“Oh, but I do,” she said. “It’s hunger wearing a mask of tenderness. It’s the first lie mortals tell themselves when they can’t bear to be alone.”My fists tightened. “You’re wrong.”She smiled fain

Shadows Beneath the LightBy noon, the valley no longer looked like a battlefield. The chaos that had painted it in blood and smoke had been replaced by the quiet rhythm of rebuilding — the murmur of voices, the scrape of stone, the creak of wooden beams being hoisted into place. But beneath that calm surface, tension thrummed like a hidden current. Everyone felt it. The gods may have retreated, but their absence left a hollow ache in the world, as if reality itself was holding its breath.I stood at the edge of the lake that had formed where the Heart once pulsed. The sunlight shimmered on the surface, but when I looked closer, I could still see faint traces of the divine energy swirling beneath — gold and violet threads coiling like smoke. Every few seconds, the mark on my wrist pulsed in sync with it.“You’ve been staring at that water for hours,” Aaron said behind me.I turned. He was leaning against a half-fallen pillar, his arms crossed and a twig in his mouth like some defiant

The God’s UltimatumThe morning after the Shadow God’s appearance dawned with an unnatural stillness. No birds. No rustle of wind. The world held its breath, waiting for something I didn’t want to name.I stood at the edge of the lake again, the black surface perfectly still. My reflection stared back at me, the two marks glowing faintly beneath my skin — one gold, one dark violet. They pulsed out of rhythm now, like two hearts at war.The words from last night echoed in my skull. “When the next moon rises, you will bow or burn.”I had less than a week.Behind me, camp was already stirring. The warriors moved quietly, packing supplies and fortifying defenses. Sylra had taken over the center of the clearing, her runes spread in vast circles that glowed faintly under the early light. She said she was trying to trace the god’s lingering energy — to understand it before it struck again.But all I could think about was the shadow’s voice — the weight of its presence. The way it had looked