Deafening Whisper Light Gg の小説・ストーリー

"Silkgaze is one of the main ingredients to the Whisperbloom antidote, but without the other ingredients it has a terrible side effect. When a victim of Whisperbloom poison smells or comes in contact with Silkgaze, said victim would become weakened and incapacitated. Which is why you ended up collapsing." "Can you cure it?" I asked, knowing she was telling the truth. It made sense with what had happened to me; my sudden weakness, my collapse, my injuries. "I've spent the last two days trying to negate the Silkgaze's side effects, but it's hard without all the ingredients," she answered.

"Please, someone, help me. I can't see. It's so dark." Amon's shadows pushed into the room first, illuminating it. The Whisper materialized in the center; it was a vaguely humanoid shape made of compressed sound waves. When it saw us, the woman's voice distorted into something cracky. "Help. Me. Please." Then it lunged. Amon caught it with his shadows, but the creature was slippery and hard to hold. I moved in from the side, and my knife found its core. It was a frequency generator. The blade struck true. The Whisper's form destabilized, sound waves scattering in all directions before it dissolved completely.

I whispered. “Yeah,” he murmured. The lights flickered again. Gia and Niko both straightened, moving subtly toward the edges of the room. Zach’s hand closed around my waist. “We’re leaving.” Before I could argue, the lights cut out completely. The room plunged into darkness. Someone screamed. Glass shattered. A chair toppled. Then a single spotlight snapped on overhead, illuminating only the center of the room—right where I had been standing minutes before. Right where I had given my speech.

Then, one morning, as the first light of dawn touched the clearing, something happened. The deep thrumming stopped. A profound silence fell. The Echo-Workers looked at each other, worried. Had they failed? Had the Glimmerfall faded away completely? Then, a new sound began. A soft, chittering, bubbling sound. Like stones tumbling in a stream. The dark cracks in the waterfall of light began to glow, not with the old, steady light, but with a new, playful, golden light. The entire waterfall shimmered, and then, with a sound like a thousand wind chimes, it collapsed.

I snapped my head at my window, there and then I saw a giant owl that was making heavy fluttering sounds from it's feathers. Yesterday evening, I had taken my binds off, while studying and had forgotten to put them back. This owl which was a big as my house, was whistling instead of hooting, something which was totally a different sound vocalization. It's eyes were growing bigger and bigger, as it continued whistling. And this started making me go deaf gradually, with my eyes creasing right into their sockets, spinning my world and making everything go blurry. I was suddenly rendered weak, and felt a huge itchy lump stuck in my throat.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

Justin had magic. Chuckling Eddy called out, “impressive.” Justin paired Eddy no mind as the wraiths lurking at the walls charged. Justin rolled to the side to avoid a clumsy jab before slashing lightening at the nearing wraiths. He was always out of reach of the wraiths deadly talons as he danced about. The wraiths screeched and Justin wavered, earning a slash to the arm. He growled before slicing through them like they were nothing.