A Scatter Of Light Novels & Stories

Like laser reflexing, streaks of golden light as thick as a man's waist connected to each boulder. The ground began to shake. A pattern of an octagonal light star appeared. Chu Xun stood in the middle of it. It became clearer and clearer. Golden light burst out from every streak of light like a shining mirror. The golden light rose into the sky and went straight to the sky.

“ huh? ” The others that see it too then rush to the edge with her. “ Are you guys seeing this too? ” Adrian asks with his eyes and mouth wide open. They all pretty much had the same reaction. On the ground, green and pink beams and flashes of light seem to dance around. Screeches and cries of the fiends filled everywhere as they were stunned and shocked as the lights moved to slice their heads clean off their necks. “ What the hell...!? ” Bitcoin exclaims.

I clenched my teeth, frustration and helplessness washing over me. "What is that light?" I asked. A bright white glow was growing behind them, intensifying by the second. It was so vivid it almost seemed to pierce through the haze clouding my vision. "Can't you see it?" I whispered. But Chase and Liam exchanged puzzled glances, their attention solely on me.

But as she did, her eyes caught a flickering light—faint, but steady. Her heart skipped a beat. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, covered in grime. With a shaky hand, she reached up and twisted the switch. The light flickered to life, casting a faint, yellowish glow over the room. The light was weak, barely enough to illuminate the dusty air, but it gave her a sense of hope.

I think the party is coming to an end, and everyone is just relaxed and letting their joy radiate all over. I hear a rumbling sound and open my eyes. I notice nothing out of place so I go back to staring into the water. A sparkling light flashes in the reflection of the water, forcing me to look up again. I see the light, too, now. The light is red, scorch-seeming as it runs over through the sky. It is high up there; the clouds it passes by reflects its redness. I watch in awe, my undivided attention placed on it.

But before he could ask any more questions, the Child of Light's body dissolved into countless specks of white light, scattering into the wind. "Child of Light!"

But as we gazed upon the conflagration, we noticed something extraordinary amidst the chaos. Hundreds of tiny, radiant orbs of light emerged from the heart of the inferno, like celestial fireflies set free. These ethereal lights ascended into the heavens, each one carrying with it a piece of the demon's malevolent essence. It was as if the curse, the darkness, and the suffering it had wrought were being released, vanquished by the fierce battle that had unfolded within the old house. The orbs of light ascended higher and higher, gradually dissipating into the inky expanse of the night, leaving behind a profound sense of awe and triumph.

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.

Above, the library’s invisible ceiling dipped low, pressing the ink‑fog into a dome. In the center hovered a mass of something that wasn’t exactly code and wasn’t exactly paper. Screens. Hundreds of them. Shards of glass and light, all different sizes, some still bezeled, others raw, floating in a tight cluster. They showed flickering scenes from the worlds we’d crossed—castle corridors, neon alleys, the Ferris wheel, the bus—the images stuttered and overlapped like a thousand live feeds crammed into one broken mosaic.

Until she noticed Nomo's expression of cold, wide-eyed terror. "What in the Elder's name?" Nomo whispered, looking about as this blue light rapidly diffused through the scattered fissures in the ancient stone until the entire center slab shone as luminous as a lighthouse beam. This light did not stop illuminating the concentric rings that surrounded it; instead, it shone with a brilliance that could be seen through the scattered brush, and this light did not stop either. When it reached the outer ring, it diffused through spiderweb fractals on the earthy soil as if this light were seeping through scattered fissures and ley lines on the earth. And when it reached the surrounding treetops, thi