Crumbling Mine Oblivion の小説・ストーリー

The black convoy of cars slowly drove back down the hill, disappearing at the end of the winding mountain road. I was the only one left behind here. I stood alone before the priceless custom tombstone at my grave, surrounded by fields of precious orchids that smelled like money. My body began to feel light, and my consciousness also began dissipating like smoke. I looked at the bustling world around me. Some people who believed in rebirth said that it was a skill to be born into a wealthy family. However, I had already been the daughter of a wealthy couple, but nothing went as others expected it to.

— She said, confused-looking around. —I created this place; no one knows where it is, and I put a spell so that no one would find it; I was surprised to see you here, and when I looked at your body, I couldn't help myself— he said smiling. —This place is my OBLIGION—I answer him; the image began to fade in my mind, the fog covered that couple, and I woke up agitated as if the one who had sex with that man had been me. END OF THE DREAM

Arthur Big cracks appear on the ground, breaking into big chunks that fall right into the underground floor below. But of course, it doesn’t stop there. Even the underground level gives way, sliding down on the wet clay of the mountain slope and tumbling right down to whatever is waiting below. It’s chaos. It seems that the Rogues realized too late what’s happening, because they have barely any time to get out of the benches. They all scream, scrambling to get out into safety, but the benches are already crumbling beneath their feet, and they suffer the same fate as the floor, tumbling right into the darkness below.

Before deciding to go join Eve Matthews and the Chef in the kitchen, She remembered she hadn't replaced the vase that Sophie broke so she dashed to the store and took out the exact vase, then She made her way to Brain's room. Vanessa thought there was no need to knock since the owner of the room hadn't arrived so she badged into the suite as if it were hers and gently shut the door behind her. She came face to face with a very shocking view which made the vase she was holding drop to the floor and shatter into pieces. On the other side of the room was a naked man on his feet. Not just any naked man, a sexy greek god. He was muscular, had a well-sculpted body with perfect abs that makes you d

ELENA POV As we reached the mine, we heard the sound of our footsteps crunching over debris. The entrance, once solid, was a mess of broken beams and cracked stone. Dust clung to the air, making it hard to breathe. The walls were scarred with deep gouges running along the sides where the rock had given way. Fallen boulders blocked paths that had once been clear, and twisted metal tracks lay scattered, torn from their place. Abandoned carts, tipped over and spilling their contents, dotted the ground. The place felt hollow and lifeless, as if all the energy had been sucked away, leaving only the remnants of chaos.

The energy of the obelisk faltered as the explosion sent a wave across the cavern. "Now!" Kyle let out a yell. "Hit it with everything you’ve got!" We let loose all we had, tearing into the crystal structure with our combined firepower. The obelisk broke apart in a dazzling flash of light, its energies exploding and carrying the building down with it. The Runaway "MOVE!" The chamber collapsed, and Damien grabbed my arm and yelled. Amidst the loud sound of devastation, we ran through the collapsing hallways. We hopped onboard the VTOL, which was waiting for us outside with its engines blazing.

I forced myself to my feet. Pain ripped through my stomach so violently that black spots danced across my vision. The baby. The child was draining me. Every spell felt twice as difficult now. Cassandra rose from the rubble with blood trickling from her mouth. “You should not have done that,” she growled. I ignored the warning. The ground beneath us trembled. Ancient runes hidden inside the old ruins answered my call. Silver symbols erupted across broken pillars and shattered walls. Wind screamed through the clearing. Loose stones lifted from the earth.

“Warhammer will absorb it, probably as a favor and it will all be swept under the rug anyway. Perfect Face has already announced that they’re shutting down. Apparently, their supply has run out.” “What about the mines?” Mordecai asked, seeming a bit tense. “How hard could digging out some rock be?” “Well, with untrained workers? Hard as hell. I hear the mines have collapsed several times by now. They keep fucking it up or someone is doing it intentionally. Either way, trying to clear the paths again has only led to more collapses.”

Light rushed in—dim, flickering, broken. I was lying on jagged stone debris, the chamber still trembling around us. The collapse had slowed, but hadn’t stopped. Cracks webbed across the ceiling, raining fine powder over my face. “Killian—” I tried to stand, but my legs buckled. I crawled instead, palms shredding on the uneven rubble. My lungs burned with dust. “Killian!” I shouted again, louder, desperate. No answer. No howl. No breath. Just the groan of dying stone.

My chest tightened as if caught between two opposing tides, each pulling harder than the last. The games began with a strategic assault round—teams navigating shifting terrain while defending a central point. Brownclaw moved like they had rehearsed this exact moment in their dreams. They anticipated traps before they sprung. They flanked without hesitation. Their coordination was terrifying. Silvermist fought back with speed and ingenuity, but I saw the strain almost immediately. Timothy’s gaze flicked toward me once—just once—and something in his rhythm faltered. Myron noticed. I felt it like a ripple through my spine. His jaw tightened. His movements sharpened, aggression barely leashed.