A Thousand Suns の小説・ストーリー

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.

"The stars have grown cold while I slept.” “The world is in shadow, Helios, " I said. My voice trembled. I stood in his presence. "A King has come to turn your heart into a stone.” Helios looked up at the rim of the pit. King Silas stood there with his staff. Silas let out a roar. "Yes! The Sun-God wakes! Guards, secure the vessel! Harvest the marrow!” The Sun-Sleeper didn’t move. He simply exhaled. A ring of fire expanded from his body. It didn’t touch Malachi or me. It hit the Sun-Guards. Their golden armor turned to liquid. It hit the salt flats. The white crust turned to a sea of glass.

I growled, though it came out as a deep, vibrating rumble from my throat, and I stood over her small form and looked up at the glowing lens of the Sun-Cannon that was pointing right at us. I heard the high-pitched whine of the machine charging up again, and I saw the hunters adjusting the mirrors to focus the beam, so I braced my heavy legs and bared my teeth at the flickering light. I knew that my Alpha blood was strong, and since I was a creature of the moon and the sun, I hoped that my fur and my thick hide could absorb enough of the energy to keep the core of the blast from hitting her again. "Theron, you idiot, you need to move or you’re going to be nothing but a rug by the time they’re

In the crazy and unrestrained attacks, the light circles fell one after another and exploded! In less than half a minute, the seven suns had fallen six suns, leaving only the next sun hanging high in the air. It looked so weak. "Power Break Mountains and Rivers!" The long stick turned over, and the jade sword broke through the air and fell down! As the figures and the monkey shadows kept changing, the power of the Thousand Capital suddenly attacked. "Bang!" The scorching sun collapsed and the light exploded. The whole world was in an extremely dazzling light.

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

At the same time, his Thousand-Soul Flag billowed with dark energy, releasing countless tormented souls that surged toward Severin hungrily. Severin knew from prior experience with Mohsin's flag that those souls feared the True-Sun Fire. In the split second Tomos launched the attack, Severin mobilized the rule of fire in his inner world. His lips parted, and the scorching True-Sun Fire spewed forth thousands of fiery dragons. They darted across the sky to intercept the oncoming souls.

Instead, I saw a void of a different kind. The sun should have been high in the sky by now, but the horizon was swallowed by a strange, artificial golden haze. It wasn't light that illuminated the world; it was a light that seemed to erase it. It was thick, golden, and terrifyingly silent, moving toward the Northern ridge like a slow-moving wall of liquid fire that left nothing behind. "The Sun-Eaters," Kaelen whispered, her voice trembling as she stood beside us, her hand white-knuckled on the stone railing. "They’re not an army. They’re a ritual. A collective invocation of the Sun’s absolute wrath."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

The dawn that broke over the Ravine was not the soft gold of a Northern spring. It was a harsh, terrifying white. High above the atmosphere, the Southern Council’s mirror-satellites were shifting, catching the unfiltered intensity of the sun and focusing it into a singular, lethal beam. The air already tasted of ozone, and the ancient snow on the peaks of the Frost-Pins was beginning to weep, turning into torrents of meltwater that roared down the cliffs.