Book Of Gates 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

“I see. You don’t even have a phone so I guess I can expect that much.” ‘A phone?’ Before she could ask Jina what is a phone Jina already started with her explanation. “You see, three months ago those gates started appearing they are like portals of some sort. There are two types of ‘gates’. The first one is a ‘blue gate’. In a blue gate people fight monsters inside. The other one is a ‘red gate’, if people is the one entering a blue gate in the case of a red gate, the monsters are the ones coming out or maybe in their perspective, going in. There are some cases when blue gates turn into red gates. Monsters coming out in a red gate only stop after a whole day or should I say it closes?”

If there is a way, it is in this book. He runs his finger over the various titles of prophecy and catastrophic tales, and stops when he reads: “Hell's Gate”. - Hell's Gate. – reads aloud. - Should be it. – Gary says.

Lu Mei showed us the final opening protocol inside the incense stove. The flame turned black, then gold, then transparent. Within it, the city appeared as layered thresholds: temple gates, hospital doors, courthouse arches, subway turnstiles, apartment peepholes, morgue drawers, browser tabs still open on dead laptops, every place where someone had once waited for permission to enter or leave. The Gate Opener's plan was simple in the way disasters were simple. Make all thresholds one threshold.

I dismounted carefully, my legs unsteady after hours of unaccustomed riding, and looked up at the entrance to what was apparently my new home. The gates towered above me, easily twenty feet high and probably weighing more than a carriage. There was no visible mechanism for opening them, no handles or hinges that I could see. Just solid iron wrought with impossible artistry, standing between me and whatever waited within. How am I supposed to— The thought died unfinished as, with a sound like distant thunder, the gates began to move. Not the grinding, protesting movement of heavy metal reluctantly yielding to force, but a smooth, silent swing that spoke of mechanisms so perfectly balanced tha

It worried me. "I will be right back." Jamil veered off and was soon out of sight, leaving me standing uncertainly a few feet from the intimidating gates. Seeing them in the daylight struck so much more differently than it had at night. The gates were at least seven feet tall with sharp edges to discourage scaling which seemed a mere formality to me because I did not see how someone could get around the security outpost at the edge of the kingdom but then again, Jamil had mentioned the existence of other entrances. For a moment, I wished I could find it and get out of here already. The gates were painted white as were, I was starting to notice almost everything that could not move or talk. T

The towering gates of the East Pack rose from the mist like ancient sentinels—blackstone laced with silver veins, pulsing faintly with enchantments meant to detect outsiders, and repel magic. The energy in the air shifted as Ava and Ashton approached, thick and oppressive like a brewing super storm.

"If formation is damaged, then that crack is the only life gate. You have to know that this life gate is not always there, allowing you to enter and exit at any time. There were eight gates in formations in total. After the damage, there is only a living gate. If one enters theother seven gates, he will die. When he entered, the Gibson family clanman chose the only life gate of the eight gates to enter without knowing anything. When he came out, he came out of the only life gate. "He can choose the right gate twice. Do you think he's lucky?" Master Eva Green blinked and could not help but nod. She quickly asked, "But what does it have to do with what you said that we can't get anything?" "It

From the chaos of Aurum to the battle of Careath with Thaliese weeping over Pashtan the Blue. Yvayn finally turned and looked at the three standing near the gate. “This is unbelievable!” he shouted to the others. “Now I wish I’d come here before.” “Come and we will go inside where you can look at the old East gate with me.” Myllyof seemed quite proud of his son now as the young prince ran toward him with a wide-eyed look of eagerness. He grabbed his son in a big hug, and they walked through the gate together. The walls of Careath were quite thick and tall. Yvayn ran his right hand along the inside of the gateway feeling the cool touch of stone. There were four doorways within the gate. Each

“The book of the gods is a sacred book which requires the touch of immortals to be able to access them. To get that book, you will have to show that you are an immortal and that you posses the necessary knowledge of the gods. “Very well then, can I see the book?” Valerie requested as she hoped to try her luck. The portals were open and a box came through and opened by itself and a book came out of the box. Valerie approached the book and at first, she noticed ancient runes which were written at the cover. She heaved a sigh and touched the book and she felt a force pulling her back but she tried standing her ground. After a while, the force stopped and she felt someone or something whispered