Abyssal Sire の小説・ストーリー

Sisi said, coming back to Serra. Serra's eyes flew back to the woods and thought of him again. "He's the one controlling the Reapers." She answered in a distant voice. "You know what he is?" She nodded. "Inkur of the Abyss." Serra swallowed on her answer. "I've seen him on my dreams." "Where there is life, there is death." Sisi said. "He will always find you. He will always be drawn to you." Serra looked at her. "Inkurs of both realms exist for a reason." Sisi added.

[Race: Lesser abyssal skeleton] [Role: Defender (combatant sub-role)] [Abyssal force: 230/230] [Attack:10] [Defense: 10 (+1)] [Dexterity: 15] [Agility: 5] [Intelligence: 5] [Skills]: Mining lvl 4 Soul devour lv 2 (3 AF/s) Throw lv 5 (50 AF / 25 AF / 0 AF) Mind shock Lv 2 (50 AF) [Affinities] Chaos magic [Name: Upton O. Goode] [Level 5 (112 XP to LV 6)] [Race: Bone vulture] [Role: Scout] [Abyssal force: 65/65] [Attack: 18] [Defense: 20] [Dexterity: 7] [Agility: 20(+1)] [Intelligence: 3] [Skills]: (^) [Affinities] None [Name: Earl E. Bird]

Records described them as having a “greenish gleaming face with disheveled serpent-like hair while the rest of her body is covered by darkness. Abyzou says that she does not sleep, but rather wanders the world looking for women about to give birth; given the opportunity, she will strangle newborns. She claims also to be the source of many other afflictions, including deafness, eye trouble, obstructions of the throat, madness, and bodily pain. Arguably, the name “Abyzou” appears to be a corrupted form of the Greek word abyssos ("the abyss"), the Greek itself was borrowed from Assyrian Apsu or Sumerian Abzu, the undifferentiated sea from which the world was created in the Sumerian belief syste

Sometimes, I can hear a baby crying, and it's the most terrifying sound for me. Lately, another person showed up in my episode. A full bearded man, tall with medium build and wearing a cowboy hat. I make myself believe that he's my Father. The biological one. But Doctor Prynne warns me not to put my hopes up, for it will stress me out, and can make my condition worst. Well maybe I don't want to put an end to this. And that I'm really obsessing about knowing these people, because I feel like they're related to me. Related to my past.

Hearing it from him, I believe he handled things without issue. I now have a problem since I become engaged with an evil entity. Euri will undoubtedly be going to kill me. Ah!— "Don't worry, If no one will believe you. I'll be there for you and trust you." When he stated that, I came to a halt in my thoughts, staring into his sorrowful eyes. What exactly is this? "Did he just tell me he'll trust me?" I'm at a complete loss for words. He pounded me with the words, "I'm Ellice," and eventually uttered my name to a ghost.

As we ventured into the heart of danger, the weight of our responsibility was ever-present, but so was our determination to protect our home. As we neared the Coral Canyons, an eerie stillness permeated the water. Our team moved stealthily, using the natural rock formations as cover. We were within striking distance of the outpost when Liora, positioned at a vantage point, signaled frantically. I swam up to her, and she pointed toward a shadowy expanse below. My heart sank as I realized the implications. The Abyssal Council had anticipated our move. Hidden beneath the sands of the canyon floor was a massive abyssal creature, bound in chains, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

“And the Abyss is my birthright.” Aria’s heart pounded, a vision hitting her mother, bleeding before a crimson altar, whispering of a traitor father who bound his soul to the Abyss. Drenvar wasn’t just alive. He was its heart, and her bloodline was his key. “Move!” she shouted, slashing her claws. Crimson light blasted through the wolves, ash scattering, but they kept coming, their numbers endless. Kael tackled one, his fangs tearing through its hide, blood spraying.

POV RUBY The silence of the abyss was no longer empty. It was pressurized, heavy with the presence of the thing tailing us through the subterranean currents. On the sonar screen, the signature was a pulsing, ethereal violet—a mirror image of the light that lived in my own veins. The Cónclave hadn't just built a hunter; they had engineered a bloodhound that could track a soul through four hundred meters of rock and freezing water.

scent out of him in a violent, agonizing surge. Alex’s eyes flared into a terrifying, molten gold. He didn't just hear the shriek; as an Alpha, he felt the resonance of the Abyssal Magic behind it. Through the pack link, the grim report from the Lead Warrior flooded his mind: The Seeker is ash. It was a drone. Abyssal runes detected. "He’s reacting to the resonance probe," Alex growled, his voice a low-frequency vibration that seemed to settle Danny’s jagged nerves. He swept Danny up into his arms as if he weighed nothing, carrying him toward the leather sofa.

A signal had come. Ancient. Furious. From seven thousand meters beneath the ocean. The patriarch’s final act had awakened something enormous in the abyss. A colossal eye opened in the darkness below the sea floor. And a voice struck Alexander’s mind: "Traitor… Bring her back."