Horizon Zero Dawn Erend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Who I am. Who you are. What we were always meant to be.” He paced the room like a caged beast. His generals would question him. The Council would try to stop him. He hadn’t left the palace in nearly a decade, not since the last false lead nearly drove him into madness. But none of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the woman with fire in her eyes and grief in her smile. “Prepare my horse,” he ordered Castor. “We ride at dawn.” His Beta’s face paled. “Where?” “I don’t know yet,” Darian admitted. “But she’s close. I can feel it.”

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He cursed silently. Raven was alone with a woman who knew next to nothing about their people’s capabilities. She was very weak. The child was his only hope, and it was stupidity to rescue a male who was on the verge of turning. A few more years and Kendalf would be hunting him. Zendedari moved across the meadow, high above the gleaming wires. Water danced off the thin strands like crystal droplets. He moved around the blackened ruins in a slow circle, looking for the entrance hidden in the ground. It bothered him that he didn’t know exactly where it was, or that the others might know before him. It made him feel as if he were ill, totally incompetent.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

Finally, he exhaled a sound like wind moving through ancient bones. “She burns brighter than expected,” he murmured. His voice was soft, yet it carried through the stone hall, curling around the pillars like smoke. “Too bright for what she is supposed to be.” From the corner of the chamber, a figure stepped forward—Eryndor, his second-in-command. The dark general bowed low, his armor of blackened steel whispering faintly as he moved. “My lord, the Shadowborn performed as commanded. The Ironfangs lost nearly a quarter of their warriors before she turned the tide.”

"The curse is lifted." Aria felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. For the first time in days, she could breathe deeply, unencumbered by the sense of impending doom that had been constantly hanging over them. Yet, something in Eryndor’s eyes told her that this was only the beginning. Eryndor stepped back, his tall form still radiating the quiet authority that had earned him his position as the guardian of these forsaken plains. He raised his hands, and the world around them seemed to come alive with an ancient power. The ground beneath them trembled as though it was responding to his words, the wind picking up and swirling around their group.

Chapter 196: Horizon Ignites The day arrived cloaked in tension. La Paz awoke to skies streaked in crimson, as if the dawn itself had chosen to mirror the Monument’s glow. Merchants set up their stalls, though fewer goods were displayed—bread, fruit, cloth, each marked subtly with flame-and-root. In every neighborhood, eyes shifted constantly to the horizon, waiting, listening for the signal. The EmberRoots called it Horizon. To the council, it was an unspoken threat. To Eris, it was a battlefield. To the people, it was hope.

he said and hung up. I surveyed the area for an hour. It was dark and quiet. Movement on the far corner caught my eye and then I spotted the other two moving closer from the other side. I sighed when I saw Joseph Mendez through the scope. It was a pity, he had real talent. Next to him was Conrad Dillinger, his friend and partner.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."