Eye Of The Soul の小説・ストーリー

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

“What happens to her now?” “She’s a soul. She’ll be recycled... born again into a new Fate.” Charlene wrenched away from him, shaking her head fiercely. “No! She’s my soul! My other half! My friend! I won’t let her go!” She ran back to ReNew, collapsed beside her, and clenched her hand. Her eyes glowed white-hot. “Mind’s Eye.” A blinding light flooded her vision. --- Inside the Mind’s Eye, there was nothing but mist… and a small bed in the distance, like one from an old B&B. A small figure lay curled on it—fragile, barely breathing.

Bright eyes bloodshot and the boy paled to see the glare coming from the deepest of her soul. “Surely,” he thought, glared back to the deepest of her soul, “this heartless soul would never learn her lessons. Why want to take over now of all time?” He shut his eyes, blow the hottest breeze, and uttered the words that titled the world for a second. The soul at the deepest howled and Bright face the sky with a horrored expression. It was of devastation, confussion and fear of unknown. In the deepest of her mind, she wailed to remembering the moment she barely remember.

Seraphina lifted her chin just slightly, her voice turning smug as she continued, “Medina had it too, you know—the Astral Eye. That gift lets its bearer peel back any mask and see straight into the truth inside someone’s soul. No lie, no illusion—nothing can hide from those eyes. Some old tales even claim that the very first witch was born from the mortal incarnation of the goddess of fate herself.”

At this moment, they kept trying to pull the eyeball back. "Dream on." Caspian snorted and pointed. The Purple Divine Thunder condensed into a sharp blade in the air. It tore through the sky and descended from the sky, cutting off all the entangled tentacles. "Ah!" The one-eyed Soul Snatcher let out a heart-wrenching scream. The eyeball that was removed continuously cracked open, blood gushing out from its surface. The wailing sounded like hundreds of thousands of souls roaring in unison. The voice turned into a divine sense attack and swept everything around in an instant.

"Young man, this talisman is called the Eye Hunting Talisman. It opens the Third Eye and sees the essence. Don't be full of doubts in your ignorant eyes." "Open the Third Eye?" Samuel was taken aback. "The world is a mystery. You can't see clearly with the naked eye, and you may not be able to see clearly even if you become an immortal or Buddha. Human beings, no matter what level or stage they are at, always have a heart that is fleshy. Even if they have eyes, they can also look at them as they please. Naturally, there will be deviation, but the talisman won’t. It is just a tool, and it only shows the real truth to you."

But then he says something that rips the sarcasm right out of my throat. "I saw it, Nova. I saw the boy before he became the beast. And if you want the truth... I can show you what I saw." I freeze. "You...what?" "I don't read minds," he says, stepping forward slowly, as if I'm a frightened deer and he's trying not to spook me. "I read... echoes. Pain. Fear. Memories burned too deep to forget. It's called Soulprint." I blink, confused. What the actual hell?

The sky broke. Not cracked. Not shattered. It simply ceased to behave like a sky. Above the sanctuary, beyond the ruined ceiling, reality folded back like a curtain. Stars vanished. Clouds disappeared. The heavens themselves seemed to peel away. And behind them— An eye opened. The entire world froze. Every guardian. Every Sovereign. Every living soul beneath that impossible gaze. The eye was so vast that it eclipsed the horizon. Yet somehow it didn't belong to any physical creature.

Standing at the very front was their general—a towering, muscular man whose left eye socket was nothing but an empty abyss of darkness. Rumors claimed he had sacrificed his left eye to master a forbidden dark art known as the Eye of Terror. An eye technique capable of striking unbearable fear into the hearts of its victims, dragging their souls into an endless illusion where they remained imprisoned for eternity while their soul essence nourished its wielder, making him stronger with every life consumed. “Look who we have here…” “The almighty young Lycan Lord.” He laughed loudly, exposing dark fangs that barely fit beneath his lips.

George's eyes lit up in blue. "Listen to me son, your soul is in her. If she is not sending you any signal it is because her soul might be dormant. Call your soul to wake her," George said, "Close your eyes, son, and feel your soul," Ragnor closed his eyes and his eyes changed from red to blue. He saw an image, but it was very blurry. "I see something Dad," Ragnor said in a soft voice. "Ssshhhh, son, concentrate. You need to get into your soul and see her through your own eyes," George explained.