Deltarune Vessel の小説・ストーリー

Damon then widened her legs properly and began thrusting into Shandel, pounding away at her V. "All hands disembark, offload all and every weapon, and get the injured back to Amarok the Grey as fast as possible," the boatswain of Lycan's Wrath barked at the werewolves onboard the ship and the lieutenants relayed the orders across the ship as the battle barge beached upon the shores of Werekult. "Omegas," the boatswain beckoned to Damon's bodyguards. "Yes boatswain" the Omegas growled in unison.

He wanted to feel the vibration of the approaching engine in his boots. ​The Valkyrie didn't arrive with a roar. It arrived with a hum—the sound of twin high-performance turbines muffled by state-of-the-art acoustic dampeners. It was a sleek, low-profile interceptor vessel, more of a blockade-runner than a cargo ship. This was Arthur’s insurance policy. Inside its reinforced hold were the raw, uncut gemstones and the physical bearer bonds—the liquid "exit strategy" in case the tech merger turned sour. ​"Gamma Team, status," Roman said, his voice barely a whisper over the wind.

Falling into the River of Souls wasn’t like falling into water. It was like falling into a blizzard of glass shards, each one carrying the memory of a life cut short. The air was made of screams, and the pressure was enough to crush a human tank. But Elara wasn't just human anymore. She was a Vessel. And Vane? Vane was the man who had just jumped into the mouth of hell because he couldn't bear to let her go alone. They hit the surface of the river, and the world went black.

The launch of the Oakhaven’s Reach was not the fire-and-fury spectacle of a Macro-verse rocket. It was a Phasing Event. The ship, a sleek needle of silver-moss and shimmering graphene, didn't sit on a launchpad. It sat in the center of the cooling tower, anchored by the collective focus of a million "Glitched" souls. As Julian integrated his consciousness into the ship’s core, the entire vessel began to vibrate at a frequency that made the surrounding air look like liquid glass.

The launch of the Mosaic-Fleet was meant to be a moment of triumph—a thousand ships of silver, green, and obsidian rising from the triple-world horizon. But as the flagship, The Variable, reached the threshold of Rift-Zero, the sensors didn't detect an armada. They detected a Void.

"The Draconian fleet thinks they are raiding a storage facility. They don't know the core-stones are already integrated into our flagship's hull." Dmitry didn't say a word. He followed her out of the subterranean vault, his bare, magma-scarred chest still radiating the suffocating, pitch-black pressure of the Void-Strain. His amber eyes were a fixed, unblinking glare that cut through the damp darkness of the palace corridors. The revelation of his genetic origin hadn't broken his focus; it had merely given his beast a name and a target. ------------------------------ Six hours later, the Royal Vanguard cleared the inner river delta, its massive mechanical paddle wheels churning the dark wate

with a vengeance. Major Darwen Kirly watched as his subordinate hardly patted the big dark blue tool on their right while looking downward with absolute satisfaction. The Major’s blue orbs then glanced at the runes he had placed on the tool. The runes were glowing light blue and circling the big jar, signing they were still going strong. “These runes will last until the race is over, right?” his subordinate asked. The Major turned his head downward, watching the participants running and shivering under the water pour. His face was expressionless.

“Luna Raven, we are proud to call you our Luna, there has never been someone more worthy of the title. You have protected us and saved our Alphas against dangerous enemies, I Gamma Bjorn swear my loyalty and the loyalty of Blood Moon’s Deltas to you and your mates, to be here at your disposal, to do your biding and carry out any orders you deem necessary,” Bjorn steps forward and kneels at my feet, when Blood Moons Deltas follow suit.

There is 4 total ships that would be involved in the Inspection tour from Aeternum Central Shark City to the Eloesa City, with the public aims is to inspect the river routes and also delivering a few important items from the Aeternum Mainland to the Kingdom of Eloesa. There is only a single modern ships in the entire fleet of 4, that modern ship is the Coastal Patrol ship types from the Coast Guard, of which that I bought on earth before, the ship were fully geared up and armed to the teeth, ready for combat. As for the other 3 ships were the slow moving medieval wooden ships caravel, naturally it was all fitted with Magic Sails, for a bit faster movement. Yes, the Sail were magically enchan

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.