Crimson Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The silence beneath Station Zero lasted only a few seconds. Then something laughed. It wasn't loud. It wasn't even particularly human. It was a small, breathless sound from somewhere in the darkness behind the Listener. Sera's eyes narrowed. Husen moved immediately. One arm slid across her waist, pulling her half a step behind him as his gaze swept across the ruined station."Don't move."Sera glared at the back of his head. "You always say that.""And you never listen.""Because you always say it when something interesting is happening."Husen's jaw tightened. "Exactly."Across the platform, the Listener stood perfectly still. The dim red light beneath the metal floor illuminated half of his face. One silver eye. One crimson eye. His expression was almost pleasant. That was what bothered Sera most. He wasn't frightened. He wasn't tense. He wasn't even preparing to fight. He looked like someone watching an experiment.Husen noticed it too.His voice dropped. "You called them."The Lis

The first thing Dr. Elias forgot was where he was. The second was why he was breathing. He opened his eyes. White ceiling. Bright light. A rhythmic hiss beside him. Something cold against his skin. He tried to move his hand. Nothing happened. His fingers felt distant. As if they belonged to somebody else. He blinked. Once. Twice. The ceiling blurred.A face appeared above him. "Elias?" He knew the voice. Aldren.Elias tried to answer. His throat refused. The machine beside him beeped faster.Aldren leaned closer. "Easy."Elias stared at him. For several seconds, there was recognition. Then confusion. Then nothing. His eyes closed."Elias!"The monitors spiked. A nurse rushed forward. "He's losing consciousness again."Aldren stepped back. The medical team surrounded the bed. Numbers changed across the monitors. Blood pressure. Oxygen. Heart rate. Everything fluctuated. Dr. Elias's body remained unnaturally still. Aldren stood outside the medical chamber. He watched through the glass.

The sun had become merciless. It poured over the ruined city in sheets of white heat, turning broken windows into mirrors and the exposed metal of abandoned vehicles into glowing traps. Kael hated daylight. Normally, he could endure the first hours after sunrise by retreating into whatever shelter he could find. Today was different. Today, hunger had stripped away the patience he usually possessed. He moved through the ruins beneath the shadows of collapsed buildings, keeping close to walls where the sunlight could not reach. His coat was still torn from his fight with Verek. One sleeve hung loosely around his arm. His knuckles were split. There was dried blood around his mouth. Some of it belonged to him. Some didn't. He couldn't remember. His thoughts were becoming increasingly disorganized. Every sound caught his attention. Every movement in the distance made his head turn.Most of all, every heartbeat. He could hear them. Faint. Distant. Hidden behind concrete. Somewhere in the ru

The underground chamber had become a battlefield. Water covered the entire floor in a shallow, restless layer. Every movement disturbed it. Every footstep sent ripples through the darkness. Broken stones surrounded the chamber like the remains of a ruined city buried beneath the earth. Massive fragments of collapsed pillars leaned against one another, creating narrow passages and pockets of darkness. Rusted metal structures protruded from the walls, half-submerged beneath the water. Crimson light pulsed faintly from somewhere deeper underground. The light reflected across the water. Then another Wild came screaming through it.Sera turned. The creature lunged. She moved sideways at the last possible second. Its claws tore through the space where her head had been. Sera drove her blade into its ribs. The Wild staggered. She pulled the weapon free. Husen appeared behind it. His hand closed around the creature's neck. He lifted it. For one second, the Wild's feet kicked helplessly above

The room had been quiet for too long. Not peaceful. Quiet. There was a difference. The medical wing of Zelios had always carried noise. Footsteps. Orders. Machines. The distant sound of hunters returning from patrol. Doctors speaking over one another. Metal trays being moved. Doors opening and closing. But inside Elias's room, there was almost nothing. Only the slow rhythm of the ventilator. A soft mechanical hiss. A pause. Another hiss. Aldren stood beside the bed. He hadn't left. Not for long, anyway. Every time someone tried to convince him to rest, he had refused. Every time a doctor told him Elias needed quiet, Aldren had nodded and remained silent. The man lying in front of him looked nothing like the doctor who had once walked through Helios with impatient confidence and a cup of terrible coffee in one hand.Elias had lost weight. His face had become thinner. Dark veins remained visible beneath his skin. His lips were pale. His breathing came only with the help of the machine.