Gormiti Nature Unleashed の小説・ストーリー

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

*bang* *bang* *bang* "You guys never even considered negotiating with us, crafty Nethrillias. Our agreement is now void." As the shots were fired, Ifrit skillfully evaded the incoming bullets. His movements were fluid and precise. With a quick motion, he drew a circle on the sandy ground beneath his feet. As the circle glowed, the sand surrounding it began to turn a fiery red, and a swirling steam rose, resembling a scorching sandstorm. Ifrit's sika, emanating an overwhelming power, warmed the air around the cold desert, proving that their claim of invincibility in this region was not an exaggeration. Ravyn and Zamonte could feel the scorching heat on the red sand under their feet. The purpl

It was the very first time he had lost his cool with her. Truett swept the area and shouted, “Waitara Path’s Reincarnation Soremsia! I will take you down!” With a roar, his body erupted with colorful lights that spread within the Tirta Grand Formation. They collected the floating corpses and lowered them into Skynet’s ruins.

Then came the sound Natalia dreaded most—a deep, mechanical grind of ancient counterweights shifting deep within the subterranean mountain. The portcullis wasn’t just a barrier designed to keep invaders out. It was a pressure valve. As Dmitry shattered the primary iron brace holding the gates together, a torrent of pressurized, superheated magma hissed from the hidden relief vents directly above his head. "Dmitry, fall back! Now!" Natalia screamed, her hand flying instinctively to the hilt of her silver-etched blade. But the apex beast form possessed no ears for caution. It only understood momentum. The liquid fire cascaded over Dmitry’s massive shoulders, hissing violently as it met the aur

Energy Grid soared up, carrying Warzone toward the test tubes full of hybrids. Warzone summoned a bow and arrow. Energy Grid flung Warzone toward them and she shot multiple arrows at the tubes, linking them together. “I’m done,” Warzone said. She started descending. But Energy Grid caught her in midair. Time returned to normal. “Vice Grip! Primal! Now!” Warzone hollered. Then Primal grabbed Vice Grip and threw him toward Thorne with the strength of a gorilla. Vice Grip began spiraling clockwise like a football and charged up his hands.

Gorts usually gather in packs of three to six, roaming the mountains, growing larger as they absorb smaller stones into themselves. You might think gorts are just mindless mountain wanderers, but that isn’t true. They have their own life cycle. They are born from surges of magic as enormous walking stone giants that roam the mountains, collecting loose rocks. When a gort reaches a certain colossal size, it finds a place for its final rest. There, the stones it gathered fuse together, compressing into a single massive monolith—becoming part of the mountain itself. Gorts are like natural cement. They strengthen unstable rock formations. They gather the scattered stones that mountains shed over

> [BIOMETRIC SCAN: TRENCH-GOLIATH] > Armor Density: High (Calcium Carbonate/Silicate matrix). > Weak Point: The articulation joints beneath the primary cephalothorax. > Tactical Solution: Angular kinetic displacement. > "Nero!" Ren projected, his voice echoing off the cavern walls. "Don't try to crush the center mass! The plates overlap downward! Strike the respiratory vents just beneath the jawline! It’s unarmored soft tissue!" Nero didn't question the Up-Worlder. She pivoted, her segmented eyes locking onto the second Goliath as it charged her.

But before the impact, Vergilius darted aside, landing gracefully on his feet like a cat. “I am impressed, salamander,” Vergilius said with a smirk, tracing the jagged edges of his half-broken fangs. “Or should I say, dragon? What I have learned of your kind holds true—impenetrable skin, indeed. But we shall see about that.” His fangs regrew, gleaming beneath the moonlight, thicker than before. The fog began to roll around the churchyard. The silence from the plaza put Gildeon on edge. He trusted Roselia and the others to protect Arah—and Arah could handle herself—but the worry gnawed at him.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

After that it's set, Hestia and I held hands, took a deep breath then jump right into the water. Hestia and pulled our hands away so we can swim properly. After a few seconds, Hestia and I started swimming with the fish. I can see Hestia admiring the beautiful sea corals and other sea organisms surrounding us. Hestia swims towards me, wrapping her arms around me. I gently smile, then I gesture my hand upward indicating that we should resurface. Hestia nodded and both of us swim to the surface. Both of us are panting as we resurface and gently pull the goggles upwards, resting them against my hair.