Beyond Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

The Bridge Between Fire and ShadowThe moment the world tore open, I felt it — the raw force of creation and destruction colliding. Gold light and violet flame spiraled through the darkness, fracturing the air into shards of color. My body was no longer my own; I was weightless, burning, unraveling.Edward’s voice broke through the chaos. “Kora! Stay with me!”I tried to reach him, but the ground was gone. We were suspended in the god’s domain — a realm of shifting gravity and impossible shapes, where mountains floated upside down and rivers ran upward toward a bleeding sky.The Shadow God’s laughter rolled across the air like thunder. “You thought you could enter my world and not be devoured by it?”Edward’s eyes gleamed like molten silver as he drew his sword. “We didn’t come to bow.”The god’s gaze fell on him — amused, almost pitying. “Ah, the wolf who marked the divine. You reek of arrogance and love. Such fragile, mortal things.”Edward moved first — a blur of shadow and steel.

The Weight of the LivingThe first thing I felt was air — cold, sharp, real.I gasped, my lungs seizing as if I’d been underwater for years. Then came light. Blinding, beautiful, golden light streaming through the shattered dome of the temple. I blinked against it, my body trembling as sensation returned, one nerve at a time.“Breathe,” a voice whispered.Edward.I turned my head. He was beside me, eyes open, skin slick with sweat and ash. His hand was still locked around mine, grip fierce even in unconsciousness.He exhaled slowly, and the faintest, disbelieving smile crossed his face. “You came back.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was raw, my chest heavy, and yet… I was here. Alive. The air tasted different though — thicker, almost metallic, as if the world itself was still settling after the storm.Sylra’s voice cut through the haze. “Don’t move yet. The realm is still unstable.”I forced myself upright anyway. The temple floor was cracked down the middle, veins of violet

The Weight of the Living BridgeThe air in the temple felt heavier after Celestian’s disappearance, as if the very walls were holding their breath. The echo of its words clung to my skin like frost. One to anchor, one to bear the cost.That was me.Every step I took sent a faint tremor of energy through the floor, the marble subtly glowing beneath my feet. I could feel the rhythm of the bridge inside me — the way it pulsed like a second heart, the way it hummed when Edward moved closer. It wasn’t just inside me; it was tied to him, too.Edward paced beside the altar, running a hand through his hair. The morning light caught the dark veins of power that still webbed across his arms — remnants of the merging. He hadn’t said a word since Celestian vanished, but I could sense the storm brewing in him.Finally, he spoke. “We’re leaving.”Sylra looked up sharply. “You can’t.”Edward’s head snapped toward her, eyes glinting with that dangerous calm that always came before he exploded. “Watc

The Beginning of the EndThe world split apart.Light and shadow warred above the temple, colliding in a storm that cracked the sky. Gold lightning danced through the air while black mist crawled up from the broken floor. The bridge pulsed wildly in my chest — alive, uncontrollable, terrified.Edward’s hand gripped mine like he could anchor me with sheer will. “Kora! Stay with me!”“I’m trying!” I shouted, though the wind stole my voice.Our bond was no longer a tether — it was a tempest. Every emotion, every heartbeat, every thought between us collided in flashes of power. I felt his pain as if it were my own, his fear bleeding into me until I could hardly tell where I ended and he began.The Triarchs’ warning echoed in my mind. The bridge cannot belong to two.But it did. And that was what terrified the balance most.The temple’s walls shattered inward. Sylra screamed somewhere in the distance, her chants lost in the chaos. The air burned white, and for a moment, I saw fragments of

Between the VeilThe light swallowed everything. It wasn’t pain, not exactly — more like being stretched between heartbeats, suspended in something that wasn’t time or space. My body no longer existed; only sound, color, and the echo of Edward’s voice carried me forward.The bridge inside me pulsed erratically, like a compass gone mad. Each throb dragged me deeper into a world that felt both infinite and claustrophobic. I couldn’t tell if I was falling or rising — only that something on the other side was calling me.Between what was… and what must be.That was where he’d said he was.And now, I am here too.Shapes began to form out of the haze — fragments of memory, shimmering like glass. A childhood vision of my mother brushing my hair. The night Edward had first marked me. The moment he’d vanished. They floated around me, fragile as smoke, bursting apart when I tried to touch them.Then the air shifted. The bridge inside me screamed — a soundless vibration that tore through the em