My Drill Is The Drill That Creates The Heavens の小説・ストーリー

"On behalf of Priscus, myself, victims of the wars, and any other person who has suffered at your hands, I send you to Hell!" "No, no, Verus!" Drake said, raising his hands in protection like the coward that he was. "You can't do this! I created you!" "No," Verus said, shaking his head. "God created me! Now I'm sending you back to him! But I have a feeling he doesn't want you, so I'm sending you to the devil! Have fun, Titus ... in Hell!" And with that, Verus brought the knife down hard into Drake's chest, and then twisted, as blood poured from his mouth. Soon, his eyes became fixed.

finally standing on the same side of the line. At exactly 4:00 AM, the first shell hit the outer shield. The vibration went through the floor, through my boots, and into my heart. I looked at the monitors. The Syndicate hadn't brought just exo-suits. They had brought a Titan-Class Extraction Drill—a machine designed to core out a mountain. "They’re trying to sink the city," Ace shouted, running into the armory, his small face etched with determination. "Mama, the drill is touching the Spirit-Veins! It hurts!"

A white seam opened across the heavens. Not lightning. A clean crack. The first drop bled through: cold silver, bright as a knife’s eye. “Aetheria,” I said—the high realm, light above law. It was bleeding. The brilliance widened. Night splintered. Stars slipped. The seam yawned, and for the first time since gods learned to speak carefully, the world saw what sat above its roof. The veil split. --- POV: Priestesses We were taught the sky was a bowl with a lid.

The spiral opening out and descending into the ground, leaving a steep staircase in its wake, leading off into the belly of the earth. “Come.” The Grand Priestess commands, before she begins to walk down the stairs, eventually disappearing into the darkness. “What is a needle used for?” I hadn’t notice Estelle following us into the tower, nor her standing quietly just behind me. She asked the question over my shoulder, almost directly into my ear. I turn to look at her, annoyance washing over me at the look of her smug expression. “What?” “A needle is used to sew. You plunge it into the fabric. Drawing together two items to create one. Much is the same here. The Maleficus Acus sits below the

The binary suns had set, and the permanent violet nebula of Earth was visible in the distance, a small, glowing reminder of the home we had left behind. "Four children, Elara," Killian whispered, pulling me against his slate grey chest. "Leo is our anchor. Toby is our reach. Maya is our pulse. And Lyra... ."Lyra is the bridge," I finished, leaning my head against his shoulder. "They are the four pillars of the new world. We did more than just survive the mud, Killian. We created a legacy that can withstand the vacuum of the stars." "The Sovereign Triage is reaching its final phase," Killian said, his silver eyes locking onto mine with a romantic, heavy intensity. "We go into the Abyss as one

The boy was shivering, his electric sapphire eyes fading back into the stormy sea of his father’s eyes. "Mama?" he whispered, his small hand reaching for her face. "I’ve got you, baby," Lyra breathed, her tears hitting his cold cheek. But as she prepared to fly down from the spire, a sudden, sharp vibration shook the entire world. The crimson vortex above didn't close. It opened. A massive, shadowy figure—larger than any mountain, with a thousand eyes that reflected the dead stars—began to rise from the center of the vortex. It was the Creator.

Lucius Draven, eldest of the coven elders, had not woken in centuries, yet the moment struck him like a blade through the chest. He sat up slowly, the stone groaning under his weight, his voice rasping like the scrape of iron. “Impossible…” His black gaze fixed on the ceiling, beyond the soil and catacombs. “The Healer’s blood… reborn? Bonded?” One of his attendants rushed into the crypt, trembling. “Master, the others felt it too. The younger ones fled, thinking the sky itself was ending.”

It was the sound of breaking shackles, of breaking out of a cocoon, of a phoenix rebirthing! In the skies... Rumble— When Andrius’ cultivation succeeded, the celestial phenomenon also reached its peak. Layers upon layers of dark clouds gathered, and lightning bolts flashed. Each layer contained immense power. Once it erupted, it would surely shock the world and make the earth tremble. That was the Divine Steps! It was the steps to climb into heaven! How could a mere mortal step foot on it? The heavenly tribulation was the severe punishment for those who dared to climb the Divine Steps.

King Draco explains. Draco signals for his fellows to begin the chants as he ignites the fire below the paraphernalia then joins them outside the set-up. "O great and powerful forces of the unknown, make your servant acceptable to the prestigious crown whose heir's blood rises from the furnace." "You must close your eyes in order to envision the blessing of our cause," King Draco advises as the concoction warms. King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction.

A color no one had ever seen before. The heavens trembled. The Architects stepped backward. For the first time in history. And a voice echoed from somewhere beyond reality. Beyond Genesis. Beyond creation itself. A voice older than the Architects. Older than existence. Older than time. And it spoke one sentence. "My children have been busy." The entire universe stopped.