Death Of Smaug の小説・ストーリー

“Thank you for letting me know, Meguitte.” “I had better return to my spell. I left Leighton with instructions, and I need to ensure that he is following them correctly,” Meguitte told her. “Good luck, Sigrid, and tell Harry I will come and see them, just as soon as I have killed those responsible for their pain. If they wish, I will bring the most guilty to them, so they can drink their blood.” “I will let Harry know. Thank you Meguitte. There is something else,” Sigrid paused. “August Mason is dead.”

Morgana screamed, her voice filled with fury, but the magic that Lily had unleashed was too much. The ground split open beneath Morgana’s feet, the earth cracking as if it were being torn apart by the power that had been unleashed. She tried to fight it, her hands raised in a futile attempt to counter the energy, but it was too late. With one final, blinding flash, the magic consumed Morgana. She screamed as the energy tore through her, her body writhing in agony as the dark magic she had woven began to unravel. And then, with a final, devastating crack, the darkness vanished. Morgana was no more.

“I'm so sorry for everything I did; please make my daughter a better woman.” I couldn't help but cry and Jackson hugged me. Then the leader of the sorcerers used one of the onyx daggers he had purified and recited the sacred magic the Goddess had taught us. When the dagger glowed with light, the leader of the sorcerers did not hesitate to plunge it into Stefan's heart and finally he died. The moment Stefan stopped breathing, a heavy current rose and the earth began to tremble strongly. Then we looked for shelter and a fissure opened up just below where Stefan had fallen dead.

His heartbeat stopped. ​I sat there, motionless. Lucas was dead? For me? I let out a scream that echoed off the tunnel walls like an apocalypse. ​Just then, the sound of heavy boots came from the end of the tunnel. A silhouette emerged from the smoke. In his hand was a special cylinder. It was none other than Edward Smith! The one we thought was dead. ​Edward laughed as he approached. "Lucas is dead, Arthur is dead, Elena is dead. Now this Black Dragon and you—are all mine! Sophia, stand up. Your blood-stained beauty attracts me even more. Now we will build a new empire on this ruin."

At this point, everyone was shocked and realized that Maguire’s had really been killed via this kind of unbelievable method. It turned out that after Alex arrived, he was really motionless and it allowed Alex to decapitate him. Nobody knew that it was because Maguire was completely immersed in the nightmare and could not free himself after being interfered by the Great Nightmare Spell. More importantly, Alex’s Great Nightmare Spell contained multiple nightmares that he could not guard against. “A sworn enemy? You won’t stand a chance!”

Freyja leads the eulogy, but I step into my role to speak of the warriors’ many good deeds. And there are many. The black smoke fades into darkened skies by the time the funerals are all concluded. We’ve said goodbye to far too many good people here, including some innocents. Maggie huddles with her family by the campfire while I sit quietly with Lyra near our own tent as she fingers the Amulet of Light around her neck.

The general. I could smell authority on him. Dark magic. He smiled when he saw me coming. Big mistake. We collided brutally. His claws ripped across my shoulder while my jaws crushed part of his arm. Dark magic exploded from him in waves, burning the ground around us black. Strong. But not enough. Never enough. He moved fast again aiming directly toward Kiki behind me. That alone sealed his death. I caught him mid movement, slammed him into the ground hard enough to crack stone beneath him, then drove silver straight through his chest.

I tend to Amy’s wolf, knowing Sage is just as deadly in her human form. Sage adjusts her grip on the spear and the wolf takes a step back. He then begins running- charging at Sage, intent on crashing into her, and barreling her over. Sage doesn’t move. At the last second, she drops onto her back, holding the spear straight up. The wolf impales himself on the spear. The spear is stabbing up from his chest, through his neck. His large head hangs limply to side, with his tongue dangling out, as blood drips down the spear, onto Sage’s hands and body.

Despite using secret techniques to prolong his life, he perished shortly after. Earth Sage was ambushed by three high-level demonic beasts when he returned to his faction. He barely escaped, only to be betrayed by his leader and killed. Wood Sage, after safely returning, was lured out under the pretense of important matters and fell into a trap. He died with no remains left behind. This incident led to a deadly conflict between the Terra Spirit Order and Azure Wood Peak. As for Fire Sage, he mysteriously disappeared. The faction leader surmised that he was trapped somewhere as the fire of his soul lamp did not sputter out.

I crouched beside him, grabbed his bloodied collar, and snarled in his face. “You fool,” I spat, my voice shaking with fury. “You didn’t even know that the source of your dark magic was right here in these forgotten ruins. Now it's Game over!” He tried to speak, to plead, but I didn’t let him. With one last, brutal thrust of my claws, I ended him—fast and merciless. And his body went still. Dead. Silence fell—heavy, suffocating—until suddenly, like a snapped thread, the frozen warriors and elders gasped back to life, stumbling free of their magical bonds, their eyes wild with confusion and relief.