Shifter Deathbound Curse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

That synchronized smile, like a piece of gruesome choreography, made the air around the car freeze. Siron went still, his hand frozen on the door handle. The silver eyes of the crowd reflected the parking lot lights, creating a sea of hypnotic pinpricks of light."Don't look into their eyes!" Elara snapped, yanking Siron’s arm. "They’re using collective hypnosis!"Kit slammed the car into reverse, the vehicle jerking backward and nearly clipping a lamppost. Tires screeched against the wet asphalt. The crowd didn’t give chase; they simply turned their heads in unison, tracking the car’s movement with vacant, following stares."Every soul in this hospital is already tethered," Siron’s mother whispered from the backseat, her voice thick with sorrow. "The first point... I thought we could save some of them, but...""But we don't have time," Siron cut in, his heart hammering against his ribs. He watched those hollow faces until the car rounded a corner and they vanished f

Luna’s voice echoed through the cramped room, soft yet piercing like an icy dagger. "I hear your mother has told you much about me. But she forgot to mention one thing: I am no longer alone."Siron turned toward the window. The figures with silver eyes were hovering outside, suspended by silver roots that snaked from the apartment walls like giant veins. Their faces were vacant, but their hands pressed against the glass, leaving behind trails of mist."Elara, the barrier!" Siron shouted.Elara was already moving. She tore a page from Elandra’s book, a three-layered protection symbol she had studied the night before, and pressed it against each window. The symbols glowed golden the moment they touched the glass, repelling the silver light that tried to seep through.But it wasn't enough. From the hallway, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed. Solidified Soul Reapers, their bodies like dense smoke glowing with silver light, marched inside. There were five, maybe six of

The van sped through streets that resembled a ghost town. The streetlights remained lit, but there were no other cars. Shops were dark, houses shuttered. Occasionally, behind a window curtain, Siron saw a figure standing still, staring out."They look like they're waiting for something," Kit whispered from the passenger seat."Waiting for orders," Elara replied from the back, where she was tending to Siron’s mother. "Or waiting for the full moon."Stefan gripped the steering wheel tight. "The fastest route to Morat’s tomb is through the edge of the forest. But if the main road is blocked...""Take the backroads," Siron suggested. "Better to take the long way than to get trapped."Stefan nodded, veering the van onto a narrow road lined with old houses. This area was darker, with trees partially canopying the path. The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.Suddenly, a group of people appeared up ahead. They weren't standing in the middle of the road; instead, the

That voice, Morat’s deep, resonant voice, came from Kit’s mouth, but the expression on his face was a blur of his own self and something else. Those pale blue eyes searched Siron’s with an intensity that reminded him of his dreams in the temple."Morat?" Siron whispered, his heart racing.Kit nodded, but the movement was stiff, as if he were struggling to contain something foreign inside him. "A small part... of my consciousness... clung to the silver flower that entered his body. I have seen the dream network."Elara approached cautiously. "What did you see?""A place that is beautiful but empty," Kit replied with Morat’s voice. "Every soul is connected like the roots of a massive tree. The center... is at the city’s clock tower. Luna is turning it into an antenna to amplify her dream signal."Stefan remained focused on driving, but his voice was tight with tension. "We’re almost at the tomb. But if the center is at the clock tower, why do we need to go to Morat

The nightmare labyrinth was endless. Every time Siron managed to overcome one fear, two more took its place. Dark figures with the faces of those he had once hurt kept closing in, their whispers piercing his ears. "You failed to save your mother. You failed to protect Kit. You couldn't even keep your own apartment."Siron dropped to his knees, covering his ears. But the whispers came from within. He felt the thread of warmth from the Soul Flower, his anchor to the waking world, beginning to fray, pulled thin by the time distortions created by the Time Weaver."Hold fast to your anchor..." Morat’s voice sounded faint, as if coming from behind a thick wall.Siron took a deep breath. He remembered Elara’s words: real emotion, even the painful kind, was the key. Instead of fighting these fears, he had to embrace them.He stood up, facing the dark figures head-on. "You’re right," he said, his voice trembling but firm. "I have failed. I have caused pain. But that won't make me stop trying."