A Touch Of Chaos Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

And the man who said I belonged to somebody else. Was this all an arrangement from the beginning? Was I ever simply… Amelia? Or was I under control of something older, bloodier, and entirely outside her grasp? I leaned forward. To breathe. But the room turns suddenly. My head pounded. My hands shuddered. The hearth's borders blurred. I blinked. Hard. stabilizing myself took a lot work. I tried reaching for the glass of water, but my fingers were too slow, too numb. It slipped from my hand and broke on the rug.

Rather, for the first time since I laid eyes on him, he looked wounded, like somehow whatever I said next had the ability to deal a killing blow. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it made sense. Far more sense than anything else I've ever been told about this war. The big thing, though, it made sense with what I had seen in that cell. The painful cries, that manic laughter, everything just made sense. When we were learning about the war in history, the professor had just told us that the Beastial kingdom attacked them at the treaty signing, then restarted the war, but that hadn't sat well when we started learning about the battles. He had specifically said that the front lines were uno

James had seen the Chaos Sacred Art before, this was not his first time. However, he could not grasp the meaning of the characters within it during his previous attempt. The Chaos Sacred Art’s scriptures eluded his understanding. The last time he read it, he seemed to enter a peculiar state where his mind wandered, and it felt like his soul detached from his physical body. In that fleeting moment, he heard a mysterious and deafening voice, which deeply resonated with his heart. At that moment, he referred to it as the “Sound of the Universe”.

My turn arrives before I can avoid it. “Absolutely not.” “Yes,” both of them say. Traitors. I step forward muttering insults no cosmic entity deserves the satisfaction of hearing. I focus. Then send the most chaotic refusal I can imagine. Contradictory timing. Broken rhythm. No clear relation. Pure sabotage. The point does not respond. It waits. I grin. “Ha.” Then my own sequence begins reorganizing on the projection. Not by my action. Its elements shift into coherence. My chaos becomes pattern.

She stared. > “You’ve torn prophecy loose from time.” The child turned toward her, hand glowing with our joined fires. Where its light touched her shadow, the dark peeled away. Nytheria hissed, retreating as if burned. > “Not yet,” she whispered. “You’ll undo everything.” The Loom screamed overhead threads snapping like nerves. Then Chaos’s voice rolled through the hall, low and delighted. > “Oh, let them breathe, daughter. Every story needs a rehearsal.”

In the next moment, Caesar managed to see what he wanted. It was a bead. However, it terrified him. “It’s actually Mother Chaos!” “Roar!!!” He struggled to get out of Alex Rockefeller’s mind palace. He was horrified. There was no way he could’ve ever expected this pest’s mind palace to be actually hiding Mother Chaos inside. However, it was too late when Caesar attempted to escape. Within Mother Chaos, a golden light emitted from the shattered bead that allowed Alex to acquire Brahma’s Supreme Touch. A suction force directly sucked Caesar’s ghost emperor’s spiritual body inside. Caesar disappeared instantly.

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

Chaos’s voice dropped into something deeper. Older. “And to absorb.” Chaos stepped closer. The white expanse around us dimmed as shadows slowly began to seep into the empty space, creeping across the ground like ink spreading through water. Before I could move, Chaos reached out. Cold hands cupped my cheeks. The touch was gentle. Almost… protective. “You are so young to be so wise,” Chaos murmured. Its voice held something new now—something that sounded dangerously close to admiration.