Log Horizon Novels & Stories

"...then Lina has found this place." Lina covered her mouth. He looked directly into the camera. "My little star..." "I wish I could have watched you grow up." Part 7: The Final Truth Ethan took a deep breath. "I created Project Horizon to stop Eclipse." "I knew one day someone would try to use predictions to control humanity." "So I built something different." "A system that gives people information..." "...but never takes away their freedom to choose." Lina smiled through her tears. He believed exactly what her mother had taught her.

She just looked at me with those flinty eyes and told me that if I came back to Kauai without visiting the airport site, She shouldn't bother coming back to my patio at all. Now, the humid, floral air of Kauai had been replaced by the recycled, dry oxygen of a Boeing 737. The "Blue Horizon" was a lie. Up here, thirty thousand feet above the Pacific, the horizon wasn't a peaceful line—it was a reminder of how far there was to fall.

I whispered, my golden eyes fixed on the horizon. In the distance, the world simply... ended. Where there should have been the jagged peaks of the Frost-Spine Mountains, there was only a vast, infinite expanse of Grey Scale. The sky didn't meet the earth; they both dissolved into a flickering Checkerboard Texture—the unrendered "Void" where the Architects had stopped writing the world’s code ten thousand years ago.

I refuse to allow myself to look away. After my eyes adjust, I look around at my surroundings. The sky stretches endlessly above me, gray-blue and streaked with slow-moving clouds. I stare at it like it might disappear if I blink too long. I forgot how big it was. Forgot how... exposed it feels. Like standing under something that sees everything. "Move," the guard snaps behind me. This time, I do. The path curves away from the prison, winding along the mountainside until it opens into a wide clearing carved into the rock. And that's where I see them.

I didn’t see things like when you would die, it was more the immediate future, like when I was in trouble, I saw those five or ten minutes ahead, mostly the disappointment in Adara’s eyes and for now it was always a future that directly impacted me. Like mist able to blind you instantly, I too was blinded, by life, by love, by hate and by my own arrogance.

The eastern horizon bled with a crimson glow as Dawnspire stood tall against the morning mist, its white stone towers catching the first rays of sunlight. From afar, it looked like a jewel untouched by war. Up close, however, banners of black and crimson flapped in the wind, signaling the coming clash.

She stood up straight, tears brimming, “Where… where is Hayley?” XXX Hailstorm’s POV I saw Kira disappearing through the trees, trying to catch up but instead, was pulled back. Falling onto the ground, landing on my side with a very hard thud, the wind was knocked out of me. I tried to get back up, not daring to look back but something forced me to.

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

Scanning my surrounding if there is anything suspicious or out of place. Then I found it. A speaker. On the ceiling. That's where the sound came from. He was never here. He never planned to come here in the first place. And what the hell was he talking about? Who does he hate? And out of what? I shake the thought away, not losing hope, I ran back to my bag. Bobby made an app that can trace back radio frequencies back to their source. I hope it would work. 5 minutes trying to find out how it works, i finally get a location. It's a warehouse about 5 miles from here. In the middle of nowhere.

Chapter 96 – The Shifting Horizon The plain stretched endlessly before them, bathed in the soft glow of dawn. Yet, as they walked, the landscape began to shift subtly—almost imperceptibly at first. Colors bled into one another like watercolors on wet paper, and the horizon seemed to stretch and warp as though reality itself were unraveling at the edges.