Aether And Amber の小説・ストーリー

Their leaves were all silver and shiny because of the Aether that was always being released. Malachi said, "The Royal Pack thinks Aether is like a battery that you can use up and throw away." He was standing there with his shirt off. You could see the glowing tattoos all over his body. They were like a map of his history or something. ". For a Celestial like me Aether is more like a conversation. You do not take the power Elowen. You are the power."

"If it's not valuable, it's impossible for archaeologists being excited to find it. You offended them, Miss Lim,” Adam muttered while still playing with his apprentice's black hair. "That's a different case. They look for amber to study dinosaurs and other ancient creatures, not for jewelry. Either way, a stone can never match a diamond." A second later, Amber pushed harder. “Now let me go! I'm hungry and it's time for lunch." Suddenly, Adam grabbed one of her hands and brought his head forward. "Do you know why your parents gave you that name?"

She looked at Aaron and Aaron looked at Amber. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

On the plaque at the entrance, two powerful words captured his attention: Aether Sanctum. With evening already upon them, the absence of tourists meant Aether Sanctum was closed. Adrian knew the front part served visitors and believers, while the back part housed over fifty Aetherians, who primarily sustained themselves through the sanctum's operations. Though they were monster hunters, they relied on income from this tourist business to sustain themselves.

Ambrose did not even bother wasting his time. He whipped his Tyrant Hammer, launching into a fierce battle against the crowd. However, like Ether said, Ambrose had not fully restored his powers, and it was not long before he started to slow down. Ether smiled at the sight, filled with glee. 'Haha! My chance has come.' "Take this, Ambrose Darby!" The next second, Ether cried out as he rose into the air and charged toward Ambrose. He exploded with full force in mid-air as a black glow shone around him, and a gigantic black bear began to form.

Strange, melodic chirps of unseen creatures echoed through the air, and the ground beneath their feet felt spongy and alive. They navigated a labyrinth of ancient roots and trickling streams, guided by the map and an intuition that seemed to emanate from the grove itself. Finally, after days of arduous exploration, they emerged into a clearing bathed in an ethereal golden light. In the center stood a magnificent oak, its gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like grasping fingers. Leaves of pure gold shimmered in the sunlight, casting an otherworldly glow upon the ground. And beneath the oak, pulsating with a gentle, emerald light, lay a fist-sized orb of pure, condensed energy – the ess

I won't let him break my family. I close my eyes, praying to the Gods to give me strength! When I opened them a second later, I knew they were purple. I could feel it. The pain! The grief! The power! The Aether. I was Aether! I blur and run to Amaya; pushing her down, I put my hands up. My purple light formed a barrier, blocking the red one. "It's time to play!" I said, letting one of my hands down and offering to Amaya.

Harry, who seemed to have understood, smiled with satisfaction with a proud face. Halvir and Aefar, who didn't understand, could only glance at each other in astonishment. They didn't understand at all what Anindira's mother meant just now. ## Translated from English-ambergris, amber grease, or gray amber is a dense, waxy, flammable, dull gray, or blackish substance that is produced in the digestive system of sperm whales. Freshly produced Ambergris has a sea smell like feces.

They were looking at each other. "The resonance is migrating," Nathaniel reported. He was standing in the center of the plaza, holding a simple glass jar filled with water from the Emerald Sea. The water was glowing with a soft, steady amber light. "Emma, you aren't losing your power; you're releasing it. Every time you breathe, a piece of the Aether leaves your blood and enters the atmosphere. It’s a global transfusion. You're becoming the environment."

The guards shifted nervously. Luke’s jaw tightened. “Answer the question.” The gray eyes returned to Lily. “I am what remains when heaven and hell exhaust themselves.” Silence stretched. The city beyond the courtyard held its breath. “You may call me Aether,” the figure finally said. Not a name. A designation. A function. The word struck something deep inside her chest. Aether. The space between. The unseen medium through which light traveled. Not light itself. Not darkness. The field that allowed both to exist.