Elden Ring: All Prayer Books 소설 & 이야기

Broken shelves lined the walls, and fragments of scrolls lay scattered across the floor. Elara moved slowly, brushing debris aside. Her fingers tingled as she traced faint symbols carved into the stone. “These markings… they’re ancient healing sigils. But they’ve been altered.” “Altered how?” Verath asked. She hesitated. “They combine light magic… with shadow binding.” The words hung heavily. Kael frowned. “You mean like your power?” Elara nodded. “Yes.” They climbed the spiral staircase, careful of loose stones. At the top, they entered a small circular chamber. A cracked table stood in the center, and upon it rested a single intact object, a leather-bound book, worn but preserved.

Many are so ancient that their titles have worn away, leaving only the texture of the leather to hint at the secrets within. The book I’m looking for is huge, silver, and has a variation of symbols inscribed on its spine. I’m reluctant to pull it from the shelf, as the bindings appear fragile. That, and there is a girl watching me from a nearby armchair. From what I understand, this is an expensive and, not to mention, a valuable book. I glance toward the front, considering asking a librarian for help, when— “So. The Book of the Divine?” I almost jump out of my skin, swirling around to find Elijah tugging the book off the shelf.

A delicate clasp, broken long ago, hung loose across the cover. The moment my hand touched it, the air shifted. A whisper brushed my ear. Faint, sorrowful. You found me. I jerked my hand back, breath catching. “What is it?” Elias asked. “It’s hers,” I whispered. “It has to be.” I picked it up carefully, reverently. The leather was cool under my fingers, and though the book looked fragile, it hummed faintly with power. Lynora’s presence clung to it, woven into every page.

My heart beat erratically as distant voices echoed from the main hall—murmurs of worry, of fear. The door creaked open. Elara stepped inside. At first, she didn’t acknowledge me. Her posture was stiff, her eyes locked on the crimson-cloaked figure beside her—a priestess. The woman bore obsidian bands along her sleeves, and her voice was tense as she leaned close to Elara. “Elara,” the priestess whispered, “if the relic fails to merge, the backlash could destroy her.” “She’ll survive,” Elara replied with cold indifference. “And if she doesn’t?”

Then, she lit some incense. Priestess Elara turned to me, her eyes filled with understanding. She reached into her pouch and handed me a small, ornate pendant that resembled the one she wore. She also placed another pendant around Blue's neck. Both pendants bore the symbol of the moon, representing the connection we were about to rekindle. "Now, Troy," she said with a calm smile, "you have to chant these words. Let them come from your heart because they are going to bring you and Blue back together." She handed me an ancient book, its pages filled with the words of the ritual.

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

Holding her hand out, she said in a firm voice that sounded musical, “Rise, Fergie, and tell me what you have brought to me.” Fergie stood straight and proud. “My queen, I bring to you, Esmerelda. She came through the portal of Prismatica.” Queen Mila’s thick brows raised high as she turned her head to look at me. “Step forward.” Before I could get my body to respond, Fergie grabbed my upper arm and pulled me next to her. “She opened the portal,” Lila said. The stately woman looked directly at me. “Is this true?”

She didn't quite understand why he would choose her. She looked at her ring on her finger,it was indeed very beautiful. The large diamond at the centre glimmered underneath the white light of her lounge. Around the band were tiny blue gems which matched her deep blue eyes. There was atleast twenty gems on the ring. It looked expensive and custome made. "Although it was stunning,it was a curse on her finger. It was the root of her problem,if that ring was not on her finger ,she wouldn't have run off!" Willow thought.

Wayra exclaimed, “Is that Tempestara’s Dargod Sword?” Princess Lumia’s beautiful eyes widened and gasped, “That’s the Bellerian Dynasty’s sacred treasure, the Zealert Seal!” Matias exclaimed, “Dad! That’s our sect’s Eight Desolation Scrolls.”

From what I know, there hasn’t been a gathering featuring all seven of the oracles since the last coronation ceremony where the late king Caderyn-rhuadri had been sworn in as leader. The air was packed with so much power and authority that it gave me goosebumps. I’d been uncomfortable from the start of this meeting, but the presence of these beings further intensified how I felt. Six of them sat in a circle around Cordelia who had the holy book of the great lycanthrope in her hand. It was a golden yellow book that people believed was written by the goddess herself.