Eternal Malediction의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

All of a sudden Roy had an urge to look back, as if needles were poking at him from behind.He looks back; there was nothing wrong, nothing out of the ordinary.He stared, feeling as if something were wrong, looking at each object he could identify deeply to find anything.Something is wrong.Then it clicked for him.At the far edge of the corridor, the first set of lanterns was shattered on the floor.Roy stared at the shattered lanterns.They hadn’t been broken when he entered. He was sure of it.It didn’t even make a sound.The corridor behind him was darker now, the light swallowed by something unseen. The air grew colder, heavier, as if the space itself were reacting to his presence.He turned forward again.Took another few steps and looked back again.Another pair of lanterns was gone.He stares back at the darker side of the corridor from where he came.He then shouts at the empty corridor. “I’m not afraid of shattered lanterns.”He waits a second to see if there is any respo

Roy swam.The water resisted, not with force but with weight.The shimmering light ahead pulsed faintly, like a beacon buried beneath layers of fog. It didn’t grow closer quickly. The distance felt elastic, stretching and compressing with each movement.Above him, the dome of symbols shifted again.One constellation blinked out.Another flared.He stopped swimming.The light was closer now. A structure of low, angular and impossibly still lines. It rose from the water like a forgotten monument. Carved from the same white stone as the cathedral walls. Its surface was smooth but etched with deep grooves that formed spirals, ratios, and glyphs Roy could not read.He reached it.There was no shore. No transition. Just the sudden presence of stone beneath his feet, lifting him from the water without effort. He stood, the water dripping ink-like fluid that evaporated before it touched the ground.The structure was a platform.At its centre stood a monolith.Tall. Narrow. Blacker than the oc

Kieran pressed his palms against the wall.It gave. Not like stone. Not like Wood. It yielded, like skin stretched too thin over something hollow.The handprints pulsed beneath his touch once, then again, then all at once, a wave of red light rippling outward in a silent scream.The wall split.Not with a crack, but with a breath.A seam opened down the centre, and the handprints peeled away like petals, revealing a narrow passage descending into darkness.A cave.The heat hit him first. Wet, metallic, and wrong. It wasn’t the warmth of fire or breath. It was the warmth of something alive.Kieran hesitated; the forest behind him remained still, but he could feel it now, that thing that had come through. It wasn’t behind him chasing him anymore. It was ahead, inside.Kieran stepped forward.The wall closed behind him without a sound.The passage was narrow, the walls slick with condensation that shimmered faintly in the dark. Symbols pulsed along the stone; some familiar, some new. The

Kieran stood beneath a sky that had forgotten colour, time, and mercy.Above him loomed the Entity. It did not move because movement was beneath it. It did not blink because it had no need to. It did not exist in the way things do. It was.He had seen it.In that instant, his mind ruptured and reformed. He knew the shape of every war ever fought. He knew the last breath of the first child. He knew the final thought of the last star. He knew Roy’s name before Roy was born. He knew the ending of the book; Roy hadn’t yet begun to live.The Entity was knowledge incarnate. The past, the present and the future folded into a single, impossible awareness. To look upon it was to be rewritten.Kieran staggered back, bleeding from the eyes, the ears, and the soul.He had to write.Not to escape.To warn. To preserve it and to reach Roy before it did.Kieran had become omniscient, omnipotent and omnipresent; he became a god himself.But what is a god to truth incarnate?Kieran crawled back to the

Kieran’s perspective, in this new worldYou want to know how I met him? It’s not exactly the kind of story you’d hear in fairy tales, but I’ll tell you. My name is Kieran Nazaroff. I am now 6 ft tall; I am fair with dark brown hair, and I would like to say I have a good sense of style, and I am pretty knowledgeable in some areas which I am intrigued by. And before Roy came into my life, things were… let's say different.I grew up in a house that never felt like a home. The only thing I really remember about my father was this thunderous, loud and crushing voice, and he would always find some fault in what I did. My mother? We didn’t talk much; she was like ice – cold and distant, but still, she was my mother, you know? So in a sense I still loved her like a mother. I think atleast.I also have an older sister, called Aarti; she was my family’s golden child. She was everything I wasn’t: obedient, smart, and perfect. And also, I have a younger sister, Mira; she was too young back then t