Mass Effect Fic 소설 & 이야기

**[Seraphine's POV]** Yet, within the depths of my suffering, a blaze of determination ignited. I clung to the love I held for Cassian, using it as a beacon amidst the darkness. With every ounce of my being, I summoned the power of time, envisioning it as an impenetrable shield against the onslaught. The battle in my mind unfolded like a cataclysmic clash of titans. /Boom!/ The impact of our psychic struggle echoed in the very core of my existence. I fought back fiercely, my mental defenses fortified by the unbreakable bond I shared with Cassian.

One Week Later Amal walked down the mostly empty hallways of the now-defunct Prophet base. Its power was still on, but running at a bare minimum. Just enough to keep a few of its zones operational, mostly centered around keeping Cloning up and running. She smiled at the Federation maries as they walked towards her. But instead of continuing in their direction, they instead joined her as she walked. Her pace hardly slowed despite that. “Miss Azrael,” said a marine. “Issuing my report for the cycle.”

I was planning on enjoying the last days, but I was trapped in the ward. All of a sudden, the system's desperate mechanical voice sounded in my head. "Host, you were scammed!" Before I could ask what was going on, the system told me everything. "The affection levels of your three targets were all very high, but Wendy has two threads of affection. She can transfer others' affection to herself. Therefore, the affection of your targets would be drastically suppressed." I mumbled, "Threads of affection?"

PROPOSED RESOLUTION: INTEGRATION. They weren't going to delete Lina. They were going to write her into their story. A beam of structured narrative, a plotline of immense power, lanced from the Loom and struck the Astropheles. It didn't seek to break our shields; it sought to rewrite them. I felt a foreign memory try to insert itself into my mind—a childhood I never had, a love for a man who wasn't Jeff. The ship itself flickered, its bronze hue shifting momentarily to a compliant, storybook grey.

Breaking apart like reality itself was malfunctioning. Then the screen flashed blood red. [CRITICAL ANOMALY DETECTED] [TIMELINE COLLAPSE ACCELERATING] [ESTIMATED ARRIVAL OF FIRST BLIZZARD: 12 DAYS.] The world inside my chest stopped. Twelve days. Twelve. Not thirty. Not enough time. Not nearly enough. “Nebula, what’s happening?!” I screamed internally. The spirit cat’s emerald eyes blazed inside my consciousness. "The Butterfly Effect!" Nebula hissed frantically. "Your interference is changing the world’s trajectory! The broken merger, Caleb’s involvement, the gala, the ring—everything is accelerating the collapse!"

Grief → Curiosity Anger → Presence Shame → Invitation Nova murmured: “They thought emotion moved like light. Straight. Fast.” She touched a point near the center. “But it moves like water.” “It follows shape.” She stepped back. And realized something. The central node the one every thread traced toward wasn’t Eden. It wasn’t Aeris. It wasn’t Cassian. It was a resonance flare left anonymously From a child in a non-registered district. Three words, whispered into the Archive Line at 3:41 AM:

"Congratulations, host. The mission target's affection has reached 100%. Mission complete." The system's voice echoed in my mind, but I no longer cared. My future had finally begun. —The End

I placed my hand on my heart. Dying from your hands was my last wish, but maybe for a sinner like me, there is no mercy. I think I deserve this for a sinner’s blood must never stain a goddess’ hands. I think this is better. I shut my eyes, awaiting my fate. “Let’s fake a fate, once again, Zeph. Let’s rewrite our stars. Let’s paint a lie together in the starry sky and call it a constellation — our constellation.” I heard a tranquil voice like a whisper next to my ears.

"If you mean nonhumanoids, then yes. Alphie has a catalog of charted planets and their inhabitants if you're interested. I especially enjoy the Kergorsiams-their touch has enough hormones in it to make you orgasm on the spot. Kind of embarrassing if you're in public when it happens." Diana laughed as he intended, and Kor went on to tell her more tales of alien encounters just to keep her smiling. It beat her yelling at him, and as she relaxed, he inched closer. He just couldn't help himself. He wanted, no, needed, to touch her. Even more puzzling, he wanted her to feel the same way. Ancestors, what have you done to me?

Neoma pushed the data toward me. It hit my frontal lobe like a blunt physical impact. My head snapped back. I saw a white room. Scientists. A young Nergal with smooth skin and steady hands. The laser array whirred—a sharp, rising note. I felt the cold, calculated decision to extinguish a planet to synthesize a god. It was a systematic slaughter. "Now," I rasped. Blood began to trickle from my left nostril, hot and salty. "Amplify the signal."