Genshin Impact Cursed Images の小説・ストーリー

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *

“Senpai we’re still at the front door. Let’s look around a bit.” “Nee-chan…” says Natsuko with a shiver in her voice. “What~? Are you scared~?” says Makimi as she teases her. “What is that~?” says Natsuko while pointing to the ceiling. “Wha--?!!” exclaims Ayame when sees a curse overhead. The curse resembled a magic circle and was drawn by blood. It was massive and covered the entire ceiling of the room. “I took a photo… But it didn’t appear in the picture.” Says Natsuko while looking at the photo in her camera.

The war priest moved aside, revealing a low table set with a single item. “What is that?” She asked… “A little something we need to show you,” replied an elder. A large picture was covered with a veil. It glowed faintly blue. “The water that is cursed,” he said. “This is all we could extract. The healers say the land resists cleansing.” “And the antidote?” she asked. The priest didn’t answer. Riven stepped forward, gaze locked on her. “There is one,” he said quietly. “But… you must see it yourself.”

His silence weighed heavy, his thoughts a storm I could not see. For a while, I welcomed the silence. Bits of images I couldn’t make sense flashed in my head—images of the glowing symbols, of the twisted creature, of the figure cloaked in shadow. They were like shards of a nightmare puzzle, missing pieces, lying more disorganised than usual. But one thing was sure, the curse was not some joke. It was alive and it had its sights on us. “Do you think we’re safe now?” The silence was broken by Jameson’s voice.

"Alaric." But what made Siron's blood freeze was the illustration on the next page: Alaric lay in a coffin, but black tendrils grew from his chest, spreading and choking the people around him. And in the corner of the image, there was a symbol, identical to the one on Siron's wrist. "The curse wasn't just a curse," Kit said, his eyes scanning the text. "I... I don't fully understand this language, but there are the words 'verschmelzung', fusion. And 'seele', soul."

"You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?" His face turned ashen, and he looked at me with a mix of desperation and helplessness. "What do we do? What do we do? I'm sorry, I swear I don't know anything about this." I picked up my phone leisurely, taking my time to scroll. "The silhouette in these photos... that's Jess, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, that's Jess!" His agreement came too quickly, his panic all too evident. "These unscrupulous media outlets are making things up! Babe, my heart belongs only to you, I swear! Don't believe their lies!"

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

Neither was Kade. They were both done hiding how badly they wanted me. For my power. For my body. For something in between. I picked up the bone, rolling it between my fingers. The carved lines were rough, not decorative. A sigil meant for use, not beauty. A symbol that tied them all together: Lucian’s curse, Nightfang’s scars, my anomaly. I crossed to the window and looked north. The forest stretched away, a dark sea of branches and shadow. Somewhere out there, past the border, Kade was moving.

The duo looked up at the menacing arrows that were about to set off quite the explosion and they immediately parted in an attempt to throw them off but it was too late for Genad as Feral had made sure to activate the item’s second option before their release. ‘Accursing’. BOOM!! A cursed function of the arrow marked a person so that no matter how much they ran or shifted they would always have the arrows right behind their backs. The energy of its simultaneous collision was triggered, setting off an enormous explosion like no other. There was no fire, no sparks, or flashy scenery only the huge quiver of the forest due to the enormous force exerted by the wind which tore through the surroundi