End Arcanimus の小説・ストーリー

Pursuing the elusive Black Maple Master, Alexander sensed something amiss in the trail he followed. In the heart of Foggy Marsh, near an ancient tree, the ground erupted. A gaunt figure burst forth, radiating an aura of immense power. "Ha! With Corporeal Extremes, I've triumphed again, staving off my affliction for years to come," declared Arcan, the Arcanus Master, his laughter echoing as he reveled in his newfound vitality. To the uninformed observer, it might seem like he had ascended to the celestial heights of the Empyrean realm.

“Then we shield.” Lucien arrived with scrolls tucked under his arm, his eyes wide with unease. “The archives are echoing,” he said. “Runes are repeating themselves.” Aria frowned. “That’s not memory.” Lucien nodded. “It’s mimicry.” Kaelion stepped forward. “Then we need a ritual that doesn’t just seal.” Aria’s voice was steady. “We need one that watches back.”

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught

“Even Elder Sarah who wanted to wait voted yes in the end. The argument that swayed her was the body count. Arden killed over a thousand. A thousand. That’s not including casualties from the actual war, just the rampage afterward.” Luca scrubbed his hands over his face and tried not to think about how he was going to explain this to Lily. “When?” “They’re giving you a week,” Marcus said, and he pushed off the door to drop into the chair across from Luca’s desk like his legs had given up. “Arden’s in a sealed cave system in the Cascade Mountains, about three hours north of here. The spell’s deteriorating but he’s still unconscious, still can’t defend himself.” “So I’m supposed to take a team

--- **KELLY'S POV** The thing in the cage wore my face. It climbed from the fen's muck, a mimic of flesh and rot, its voice a distorted echo. *"Mother of Starlight. Sister of Shadows. You owe me a debt."* Nyxara's presence surged, venomous. *"Lies. Kill it."* But the goddess recognized the creature. *"The First Vessel. The one who bound the moon's curse."* The mimic grinned, moss dripping from its teeth. *"And now I'm free. Thanks to your pretty Anchor."*

"And — get this — the White Witch of the West, Lumira Duskbane, has returned from the grave, and is now crowned youngest High Arcanist of the Moon Seal in recorded history." The silence was complete. Aurel's spoon stopped. She is here. Relief exploded in his chest — sharp, painful, unwelcome. He had spent months burying hope beneath runes and formulas. Had calculated odds, weighed costs, built contingency upon contingency. The operation had required nearly crippling resources. The scope of power involved had been unprecedented. And now — proof. The room erupted in fear and argument. "She's alive?" "A monster." "An omen." "A miracle."

Nevan hissed, his hand gripping the edge of the console until the metal groaned. "It doesn't kill you," Aris said, a ghastly smile touching his lips. "That would be too kind. The Icarus Strain is a de-compiler. It targets the parts of your DNA that allow you to interface with the Sovereign. It burns through the violet-coding, turning your nervous system into a forest of scarred nerves. You’ll live, Gianna Lane. But you’ll be a prisoner in a body that can no longer hear the stars. And the child..." Aris let out a wheezing laugh. "A god-mind in a brain that can no longer process data? He’ll go mad before he can even speak his own name. His mind will expand, but his flesh will rot."

And the others—Rhazkar burning like a sun, Nylora flowing like living water, Thrym crackling with storm energy, Myrien towering like an ancient tree—they surround the city in a perfect circle. The fragments have come. And at the center of their formation, directly above our sanctuary, space ripples and tears. Arkenox emerges in his true form—not the projection we met below the Core Sea, but his actual divine presence. He's vast and impossible, containing contradictions that make my eyes water to look at. Light and dark. Solid and ethereal. Beginning and ending. When he speaks, every being in the Opal Citadel hears him: "THE TIME HAS COME. THE CONVERGENCE STANDS READY. THE TRIALS ARE COMPLETE

Like a ghost, it annihilated all the eight beasts in one swoop, and not a single one of them survived. The power of a Divine Emperor-level phoenix was truly terrifying, and it left Andrius stunned. “How was that?” The phoenix circled back and asked proudly. “Thank you for saving me. How may I address you?” Andrius asked sincerely. “I’m Alaric Phoenix. Since you are my kin, you can call me Alaric.” Alaric Phoenix… was an imposing name. Andrius nodded and said, “Thank you, Alaric.” “Mm...” Alaric then pointed to the eight corpses of the fiends. “These creatures will be of great benefit to you. Consider them my gift to you.”

I glanced at the flickering candles, illuminating a sinister grin on my weathered face. In the dimly lit room, a cauldron simmered with a mysterious concoction. My eyes sparkled with knowledge and power as I reached for the small vial containing the essence of an Araknos, an ancient and malevolent creature that was going to follow my order to the T. My trembling hands held the vial with reverence as I whispered incantations passed down through generations. The words danced on my lips, their ancient melody mingling with the soft crackling of the fire in the fireplace.