Divine Vessel Poe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I summoned a soft flame—silver-blue, gentle, flickering like moonlight—and held it in my palm. We moved deeper. The walls were covered in veins of black glass—smooth and reflective, like they’d once been molten. The path narrowed, then widened again into a chamber. And in the center stood a figure. Not alive. Not dead. It was a shell—stone and bone fused, shaped like a man, but hollow. A vessel. “What is that?” Kael whispered. “One of their anchors,” I said. “A conduit for blood magic.” Lira knelt beside it. “It's not active.”

His Divine Sea was blue and calm, with an occasional wave lapping on the beach. Spreading his Divine sense Blake finds that his Divine Sea has created its laws. Unlike the small world that couldn’t attribute the heavenly tribulation, his Divine Sea had no setbacks. It was only newly formed, so it wouldn’t be able to endure such power. His soul was still sitting in a lotus position, cultivating the Divine energy and strengthening himself. Blake left his soul to continue cultivating and looked more closely to the cultivation for the Breath of Life.

Yang Yulei was so angry that he could feel his blood boiling intensely. No one ever dared to treat him like this, not even his father or mother had treated him like this. He turned his head around too glare at the person, who made his go in this kind state, but when he saw her, it was as if a fairy who came from the heavens was standing up, her whole being seems to be glowing. Yang Yulei couldn't describe his astonishment in mere words.

Blood soaked through his shirt and began to pool beside us. Poe's eyes seemed to fog over as he focused on me. He reached up and, with a finger soaked in his own blood, touched my forehead. "Quae quod unum genus sumus," he whispered. Darkness over took my vision as my body burned with power, causing me to gasp. It burst out of me, racing out in every direction, searching.

Something entered me. Something ancient. Something divine. Something never meant for mortals. And as the power of the moon goddess fused with my soul…the world went dark.

Rio asked, his breath forming a mist in the air While Williams smiled and pated him on the head. "Asmodeus never found the Vessel Rio. In order for the vessel to be protected, the envoys of Sathanas handed over the vessel to a mortal man who would raise the vessel in the human World until he one day comes of age" Williams Explained and then glanced at Rio who listened in Ecstasy. "This is way it get awkward Rio, still wanna hear it?" Williams said while Rio nodded his head gently. "I wanna hear it Dad" He interpolated and Williams smiled.

HE smiles satisfyingly as he is watching the vessel’s movements and hearing its very thoughts, voice, words, and heart, with the warning and taunting perfection of proving that everything is right and will be, for he wrote it, plot it, and control everything. For you see, he is GOD. “Tell me, just what are you trying to accomplish with this?” Hearing the words and the voice that forever asks HIM with the many questions and the possible question in the world. HE smiles in satisfaction, knowing and holding that everything that he wanted and his creation created and very well as his, is doing the things that should be and where everything is falling to where he wanted it. HE replied with a gent

“This is the Hollow’s true heart.” The original vessel stood at the edge of the pit, silent, as if waiting. “Why bring us here?” Daniel asked. The vessel turned slowly. “Because this is where you end… or begin.” The words chilled me. The pit pulsed with red light from its depths, like a heartbeat. David stirred again, stronger this time. He pushed himself upright, swaying in Sarah’s arms. He looked around, eyes wide. “I’ve seen this place… in dreams.” The vessel nodded. “Because your blood remembers.”

The words started moving and I could read it all at once. -The Speaker is not born of man’s desire, but of the Goddess’s necessity- The first line read and I gasped. -From the first breath, the essence of the Eternal Flame is woven into the marrow- -They are the chosen vessels, the living conduits of a power that predates the stars. But a vessel that holds the sun cannot hold the hand of a mortal- A cold sweat broke out across my forehead and my throat was dry but I still couldn't force myself to look away from the words. I turned the page, the parchment crackling like a funeral song.

“And if Moonspire senses a trap?” “Then we have the final piece,” Theodore said. He reached under his cloak and drew out a small, sealed vial, the liquid inside dark as night. The torchlight swallowed the color, but the pack understood the language: poison in a bottle, small and efficient. The vial bore no rune but the shape of a crescent etched in a hand they recognized as his signature. “This is not meant for the battlefield,” he added. “It is meant for a cup raised in celebration, a hand that loosens the tongue, or the water of a well. A single drop is enough to blur the senses, to make friends into strangers.”