Cold Steel Chaos の小説・ストーリー

Three figures stood in the center of the ruins. Elementos, twenty feet tall, his body shifting stone and magma. The Overlord, pale and elegant in ancient robes, shadows pooling around him. And between them, glowing like a fallen star... Windwalker. But he wasn't fighting them. He was talking to them. "He's treating with them," Elliot said, voice tight. "Why?" "Because he's chaos," Shadowalker said, watching the screen. "He doesn't take sides. He amplifies conflicts. Makes games more interesting."

[Soul Materialization]: Grants the ability to materialize your soul and use it to attack, but by attacking, your soul also loses density. [Enhanced Soul Strength]: Permanently enhances the strength of your soul by 5%. "I see. Interesting, so I can just do all of that… My soul does feel stronger… Thank you, everyone, I really appreciate it. Now I can… oh," said Chaos, as he began to manipulate his soul, and it suddenly worked easier than he had expected, as a gigantic black tentacle made of ethereal energy came out of his hand. Unlike the soul he ate, which were mostly of a white and transparent color, Chaos's soul was… pitch black and seemed to release a bit of black fog as he moved it aroun

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

A flash of cold light pierced the vast expanse, igniting boundless chaos in its wake. As the Oculus Blade vanished, the Ancestora—whose senses were killed as he was trapped within the confines of the space-time domain—felt a surge of existential crisis coursing through him. In the tumultuous aftermath, he witnessed chaotic energies sweeping through the void like water boiling over from a pot. An icy chill crept up his spine, and he swiftly raised his hand to wave the Chaos Flag. Its black and yellow colors blossomed with divine light that attempted to stave off the encroaching void.

The Mahan people better have an idea on what women could do when they are displeased. ''Too many questions, but it will be left unanswered,'' was the darkness' reply. Strange thing was, Chaos couldn't discern if it was a man or a woman. Was it part of their magic, too? ''Stand there quietly like a proper target and let us have your heads.'' Chaos scoffed at their taunt. It was nothing. It had no impact. He didn't feel scared at all. ''Come at us, then, cowards,” he challenged. The blades came. If that would mean that the enemy has no more arrows, that would be perfect. He and Carysse have no problems dealing with melee attacks.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.

Not only that but it also contained incalculable soul nourishment within that small palm sized sphere of power. This diminutive object was called a chaos stone. It was borne only on the birth of a new universe. These chaos stones fashioned the building blocks of all creation until it can sustain life once more. And all of these stones will disappear upon its completion. Only to return once again after this universe shall age and die out. Then the eventual harvest and destruction would ensue. Only to await another cycle of death and rebirth. So to say that this was one of the fastest means to acquire strength was indeed very accurate.

The purple-eyed said. I laughed loudly. "But that's a minute ago because now, you'll be dead! " I finally threw the card at him. "Come on, C! Let's go! Just let her! " The Mr. Red eyes said. "Let her?! Look, H! You saw, she— ah! " The poison immediately began to spread from his knees up to his upper body. I can clearly see the red markings on his neck. "44! Agent 44! " I heard. I immediately roamed my eyes. That's my freaking airpod! In span of seconds, I saw it not that far from my two enemies. It has a red light, a sign of someone is speaking in the line.

I said as I darted to where the worker said my sex ropes would be. I froze as I looked over the multiple options in front of me. All types of widths, lengths, and colors. There were some called dynamic ropes and others called static. I had no idea what I needed. I grabbed one that was a pretty blue, but the fibers were rough in my hands. I put it back. I already had scars, I didn’t need to add any more to my body. The next rope I grabbed was bright pink. It was soft in my hands, it seemed to stretch, and it wasn’t too thick. It was sixty meters long. “Perfect.”