God Of Rise 소설 & 이야기

Ras is thrown backwards while Cassandra escapes. Ras curses out loud and is about to stand up when a cold voice speaks through the circle. “Blood will fill the corners of this treacherous world!” The voice says. Or voices? The high pitched tone is making everyone’s ears bleed, the mesh of so many different voices confusing them. How many Gods were there? Ras’ lips curl into a smile. “Rise!” He announces. “Rise my Gods! Rise and lend me your power to-”

Rise now, and rain hell. Rise now, my body is yours. RISE! I could feel my heart beating erratically, as my eyes closed forever.

Haris whispered softly. Serena took a deep breath. “This isn’t a tragedy, Haris. This is justice. Dewangga built his empire by burning my life. Now, let him watch his own empire burn in the fire he created.”

Only now did I realize the torrent of affection in their gazes. The commotion continued. Suddenly, a staff member shouted, “A driver went off the track and fell into the sea! They’ve not been rescued yet.” Some dissatisfied fans near me sneered, “Could it be Lewis? He hasn’t shown up yet.” Hearing this, Alanna froze mid-pose. … Rally racing was, after all, a dangerous sport, where crashes and fatalities were never unexpected.

I nodded and moved away as Ryder and Ares faced off. **Ryder** The fucker wiped at the corner of his mouth. I was ready to end him. He knew I could. I could smell his fear. I had forgotten one thing though. Ares is the God of war, and he commands an army. He raised his palms at his sides. The ground shook as an army that was blessed by the gods started to fall from the sky. “Let’s see how you hold up against the soldiers of Olympus, kid.” Ares spoke.

"Like a disease that refuses to break." Tristan scrambled to his feet. His rapier was gone, lost in the fall. His hands were empty. But the white lightning scars on his chest were glowing so bright they shone through his shirt. "The tower is falling, Father," Tristan wheezed, stepping in front of Saoirse. "Your god is dead. Your Queen is dead. It’s over." Alaric smiled. It was a thin, bloodless expression. "Over?" Alaric shook his head. "My boy, you have simply cleared the board for the next game. The God-Shell was a prototype. The Spire was just infrastructure."

I felt like the beginning of something new. Something that didn’t need gods, or marks, or chains. Just the will to rise from ruin and call it home. *** From far beyond the ridge, thunder rumbled. Cassian stiffened. "Storm?" Julian shook his head. "No. That’s drums." My pulse quickened. Kaelus wasn’t coming yet. But the world had heard us. The old packs, the council, the remnants of the moon’s faithful—they all knew a new Alpha had risen from the ashes, one who didn’t ask permission to exist.

Logan and Niles were dead. After freeing all humans, society had to be rebuilt from the ground up. I didn't care about Sophie anymore. I had bigger things to focus on. It wasn't until the very end that I learned the leader of the demon hunters was a woman. After the war outside was over, new problems started inside. The men wanted to take all the credit for winning. They began blaming women, calling us witches. Because I had been spying for a long time near Logan, they said my blood was corrupted. Everyone turned against me.

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

He drew the chaotic energy into himself, his body glowing with a brilliance that would have blinded a normal human. $$E_{ascension} = \sum_{i=1}^{n} \frac{\Delta \text{Dissonance}_i}{\text{Log}(f_{hush})}$$ In his mind, the formula for the "Global Reset" was perfect. The US government’s disavowal had actually granted him the ultimate freedom: he no longer had to maintain the illusion of being a savior. He could be the god that the Veil demanded.