Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Order の小説・ストーリー

Nyra followed, her frost magic coating the earth in thick sheets of ice. I raised my hands. Power flared from my chest, a pulse of white-hot lunar energy. The sky responded. Lightning rained down, arcs of silver fire crashing into the enemy ranks. They screamed, scattered—burned. Behind them, walking calmly through the destruction, came the goddess. Nyx. She was not of this world, and she made no effort to blend in. Her skin shimmered like obsidian dipped in blood. Her eyes were pits of endless night. Her crown burned with bone-white flame.

Maera (smiling for the first time in days): "Then she's not a weapon. She's a seed. And from her, something new might grow." They all look toward Nya. Her petite frame glows softly in the dark. And though asleep, a smile plays on her lips—as if she hears them, even in dreams. The Crimson Eye Midnight. A howl echoes in the distant forest. Ceres steps outside for air. Nya stands alone beneath the trees, staring at the moon. Her feet hover slightly above the ground. Red leaves swirl unnaturally in a spiral.

Her lips curled as her voice cut steady and sharp. “That’s where you have it all wrong, sister. You call her a brat? A child fumbling at claws? You know better. You know who she carries within her.” Dina’s smirk faltered, just for a breath, and Shina pressed harder, eyes gleaming. “Don’t you dare pretend ignorance with me. That wolf that burns inside her flesh…” Shina leaned forward, each word hot with certainty, “is no ordinary pup. She is Nyxara. The goddess’s own protector. The war cry you mock? She forged it herself, in an age when your name wasn’t even whispered in nightmares. She was the shield of clans, the dread of your kind, born from the most feared pack that ever walked the earth

Aameris spoke almost in a whisper, but everyone in the room heard him. The three couples kissed, then turned to look at the crowd. Lindaat started to glow, and a crown appeared on her head. Twisted silver and bronze metals looking like a tree being held by silver roots. Around the crown, small diamonds rose, looking almost like trees. When she turned to look at Teleraamon, he had a circlet of the same silver and bronze on his head. Ailive gasped when a crown appeared on her head, with a solid silver band with sapphires around the edges that looked almost like tears. Dakkaath had a circlet of silver with a hint of bronze in it. Xylia smiled brightly at the two, then felt something on her head

“Aelys… finish it.” Cassia and Renn rally the group to the nexus, their relics forming a radiant circle—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Theryn’s fading light-blade, Kael’s void-shard. Cassia’s fire surges, her voice commanding. “Aelys, we’ll contain Zynara—fight the twin!” Renn’s relics flare, his voice steady. “For Lena, for the Veil.” Lirien’s tablet glows, her voice urgent. “The hymn’s ready—now!”

Lyra was quiet for a long time. Nyx had moved from her legs to the center of the room, standing with her head raised, silver eyes moving between Lyra and the papers on the table. Something was building in the wolf's posture—the same gathering quality Lyra was beginning to associate with Nyx drawing on the deep reserves of whatever she was, whatever ancient power she housed.

The Nexus chamber was vast and impossible. There were no walls. No floor. Only floating islands of ancient stone suspended in a sea of light and void, interconnected by bridges of pure leyfire. Runes spiraled endlessly through the air, glowing in a myriad of hues—moonlight silver, forest green, flame gold, and shadow violet. At the center floated the Nexus Core, a crystalline heart larger than any palace, slowly rotating with haunting grace. Magic poured from it like water from a fountain, flooding unseen ley veins that stretched to every corner of the world.

she said the words aloud. “That’s a stupid, superstitious name,” Lark was irritated. “We are the Order of Nexsis.” “The Order of Nexsis,” Meguitte repeated blankly. “Nyxsus is the One God’s true name,” Lark replied as if the answer was obvious. “Back when this world was young, the First Person was Nyxsus. From him, the Nyxsians were given life through his seed. But the Nyxsians wished to be gods and goddesses rather than worship Nyxsus as the One God, resulting in a great war. The Nyxsians, seeking to overthrow Nyxsus, created monsters and abominations, and in defence Nyxsus created the Nexsis, those that we call humans.”

Xander shielded me, flanked by Alex and Sean. The car that came to a halt seemed familiar, as did its scent. The door swung open, revealing Nyx, who appeared bewildered. “Nyx?” Xander asked. “What are you doing here?” “I...” Nyx began, her voice faltering. Her body tensed as she emitted a low growl, her nostrils flaring as she scented the air. Everyone became uneasy as her eyes darted left and right. She strode towards the car, her eyes landing on the grim scene before her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld the devastation.

The gateway’s light enveloped the group, pulling them into another disorienting transition. The swirling colors of the Veil gave way to a vast chamber unlike anything they had seen before. The floor was a mosaic of interlocking tiles, each glowing faintly. Above, the sky seemed to ripple like water, reflecting fractured images of their past battles and decisions. At the center of the chamber stood a massive pedestal, and atop it rested a glowing orb—the core of the Nexus Crystal itself, pulsing with immense energy.