Lord Of Cinders Dark Souls 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

Chris chuckled retracted the menacing aura that was surrounding him. None of the siblings nor Adam spoke for a few minutes; they were all taken aback by Chris’s aura, one that they were never prevue to, the aura of the Night Lord. They were even surprised that the treasures weren’t scared off by his aura. ‘How could the lion cubs be scared by the lion’s roar?’ “Little brother, my thinking is the same as dad’s.” Mark broke the silence first “But I will support you wholeheartedly on whatever you want to do.”

Can I really count on it? "Come, I'll walk you through your dream" He held my hand and led me inside. "This is the first floor of the library..." My eyes sparkled as I looked at the interior. This isn't the real world. It's completely a different place which gives you the feel that you are in mediaeval times. He led me towards the second floor which was themed as a fairy tale. The green and the brightness gave it a life. The third floor was a mystery for which you would love to spend your whole life just to solve it. It's like these are three different worlds.

I carefully guided her down the ramp stopping in front of Tylania and her giant. “Damn, that is a nice Harley.” The guy says. “Thanks, but what is your name? That way I can stop calling you giant in my mind.” I pointed out. “Oh god, I am sorry, this is Cahir. He is the beta of the Shadow Swamp pack and my mate. This is Kynessie.” Tylania squeaks.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Eva and Selene stayed right behind, the temple falling apart as they moved. Just in time, they barely escaped as the entrance closed behind them. Xander fell to the ground, breathing heavily from the effort. In his hand, he held the third relic of light, shining brightly as a symbol of optimism. "He declared triumphantly that we possess the third relic," he mentioned with a triumphant tone. "However, the darkness will not relinquish without a fight." Selene gave a solemn nod, wearing a grim expression. The ultimate artifact is the strongest. It can be found in the Nexus of Shadows, a realm known for its intense darkness.

At its center, a towering obsidian altar loomed, carved with runes so old their language had been lost to time. Carlos inhaled slowly. “This is it,” he whispered. “His lair.” But even as the words left his lips, a metallic clang echoed from the shadows beyond—a sound that sent every tracker into instant readiness. They weren’t alone. A stone door at the far end of the chamber groaned open. From the depths beyond, a foul breeze swept in, heavy with decay, incense, and rot. Carlos gestured to hold formation and stepped cautiously forward, his sword now glowing faintly with sunfire—the King’s enchantment, blessed by the royal mages.

Her blood was thick, glowing with a faint, low gold light as it mingled with mine, dripping down into the dead wolf’s nostrils. "By the blood of the first moon," the Goddess intoned, her voice suddenly echoing from every mountain peak in the distance. "I return the breath to the rightful heir." A jolt of pure electricity shot up my arm. My vision blew out into white light. I didn't just see the clearing - I saw the lineage. I saw generations of kings falling to blades, I saw the exact moment Luca traded his soul for the dark arts, and I saw Darwin’s eyes turning black as the possession took hold.

Their own skin, laced with the obsidian-tech, provided a faint, golden path through the gloom. The Republic of Cinders had its army. It was a jagged, dying, brilliant force of nature, born from the ruins of a corporate nightmare. They weren't fighting for a paycheck or a patent. They were fighting for the five years they had left. Leo stood at the gates of Sector 3, watching them go. He felt the hum of the city in his boots—a collective heartbeat of three thousand soldiers, all syncing to the same frequency. "Let the Boardroom come," Leo whispered to the dark. "We’ve rewritten the cost of doing business."