Fractured Souls の小説・ストーリー

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.

I found mentions of the blood-sundering, a ritual so dark its name was often scratched away a violation of the natural order it spoke of a shard of oblivion a weapon against the soul. My hands shook turning the pages. There was no cure listed only warnings the bond once shattered could not be remade the souls would forever walk wounded halves of a broken whole a phantom pain for eternity. I slammed the book shut, the sound a gunshot in the quiet dust bloomed around me a grey funeral shroud no. I would not accept that.

"I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with." "If I'm a fractured soul, then where's the rest of me?" My voice got a little creaky towards the end. I didn't realize it at first, but this fracture thing was a little scary. Remi got quiet. "I have to go." He said suddenly and just like that, he was gone.

Before he could answer— The ground beneath them cracked. A deep, splitting sound tore through the space as the smooth surface fractured, breaking apart into sections that began to shift and move. Eliana stumbled slightly, catching her balance as the piece she stood on separated from the rest, drifting away into the vast emptiness. Around her, other sections did the same. Souls were pulled apart, scattered across different platforms, each one isolated from the others. Her breath quickened. “What is this?” she asked, her voice tight with rising panic.

The air in the Sub-Level didn't just vibrate; it began to **tear**. As I stood before the Founder, my hand outstretched in a gesture of impossible forgiveness, the glass pods around us didn't just shatter—they screamed. The billions of "failures"—the versions of me that were too weak, too strong, or too broken—weren't just data anymore. They were ghosts of a life that never was, and they were being sucked into a vacuum of absolute zero.

Caelum added. The twins didn't use a kinetic storm. They used the Frequency of the Soul-Rifts—the "Dissonance" of the messy, imperfect self. They began to project the memory of Failure into the obsidian city. They showed the statues the beauty of a mistake, the heat of a tear, and the jagged edges of a broken heart.

They all stared blankly ahead, their eyes dull and soulless, as if their spirits had been ripped away. Malachar had extracted a tiny fragment of each person's soul. It did not kill them, but it left them like this—barely functional. If the fragments were returned, they could recover. But if they were destroyed, this would be their fate forever. "Now, do you believe me?" Malachar asked, smiling. "You can leave now—and don't come back." Felix's gaze turned sharp, his eyes glowing with menace. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Look at them—what's the difference between this and killing them outright?"

Every inch of its movement brought the extreme agony of lightning fire scorching his body and soul essence being flayed. Within the Energy Sea, the shattered Energy Pool churned with pitch-black Heaven's Chaotic Energy, violently colliding with the last remaining thread of original light. The clash produced dull booms like metal and stone shattering. The sound did not come from the outside world but exploded from the deepest part of his soul essence, sending towering waves through his sea of consciousness. His already fractured soul essence shattered once more, fragments as fine as dust, on the verge of dispersing completely into heaven and earth.

"You're a parasite." The Echo laughs. ***And you're a scaffold. This world will eat you last.*** It dissolves into the sludge, leaving behind a single, pulsing word etched into the ground: *RUN*. --- **The Fractured Prophet** Veyra's tent reeks of antiseptic brewed from bioluminescent worms. She bandages her hand, her movements sharp. "The Forgotten have seen this thing before. In the cracks between timelines. It's a leech... feeds on unresolved grief."

“His... Soul Stone has cracked.” Instantly, those who were present were left petrified. They felt as though their hearts had cracked.