Annihilation: A の小説・ストーリー

The windows were smashed in. The doors had 'Surprise' carved into the sides with a knife. The red lipstick graffiti turned art into mockery. We stood a good few steps back, Ann and I. And we looked. God, we looked like we were admiring the Mona Lisa. I’d taken art back in secondary school, but even the masterpieces I’d saw then couldn’t compare to this - a masterpiece born from rage, betrayal, and the sweet, sharp edge of revenge. “Do you want to take pictures?” Analeigh asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Angela was barely alive and Luca was dead too. A loud chortle and hooting had her tensing up as she turned to her left and saw Alonso walking over to Emma with two dead bodies being dragged behind him and they belonged to no one else but Hunter and Rasmus as Emma let out an agonizing scream. Silvia jerked badly gasping for air as she came back to her senses.

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

“What?” “Annihilation.”

The man's eyes widened in terror as Annihilator stalked into the cell, his growl low and menacing. Annihilator wasted no time. He lunged at the man, his powerful jaws clamping down on the criminal's throat. The man screamed, but it was quickly cut off as blood spurted from his neck. Annihilator tore into his flesh with savage ferocity, relishing the taste of the man's blood and the feeling of bones crunching beneath his teeth. The cell was soon filled with the sound of tearing flesh and the scent of blood.

Well the world has ended there are demons and all sorts of shit running around now the world is basically trashed .And there are two figures standing in the midst of some rubble one with a hood and the other a large humanoid with claws and fangs "hey human bow before me "the larger figure said "humph I only bow before the almighty God " the smaller figure says as he raised his hands "now be erased for your blasphemy" as he waves his hands the other figure as well as everything else behind him gets evaporated.

He targeted the coordinate where the First Omega was currently phasing through the air, inches from Leo’s heart. 'If I can't be the Warden,' Halloway hissed, his thumb hovering over the execute node, 'I'll be the one who kills the God.' He clicked. Ga-chi! The four massive Damping Pylons at the base of the northern pillars ignited. They didn't fire beams; they released a 'Null-Zone'—a localized gravity inversion and frequency blackout. The world didn't just go quiet. It died. The gold static from Leo’s blood was snuffed out like a candle in a vacuum. Kael’s digital silhouette on the monitors shattered into a thousand static-gray pixels before vanishing. The silver-mercury in the floorboards

They hit the ground. ​I watched in horror as the mercury began to seep into the tiny cracks of our sanctuary's stone. Everywhere it touched, the pristine, silver-flecked white granite of the Spire began to dissolve into a dull, grey, foul-smelling sludge. It was a Nano-Blight—a molecular weapon designed to consume the very foundation of our home from the inside out. The Architects weren't going to fight us; they were going to unmake the ground we stood on.

—and just as she was about to continue, the light appeared. It was not the green light of the Realm. It was not the white light of the hospital. It was something else, something that had no color because it contained all colors, something that was not bright because brightness was too small a word for what it was. It was the light of annihilation. The light of absolute revelation. The light that burned not the eyes but the self, the identity, the carefully constructed architecture of who Eliana thought she was and what she thought she knew.