Old One Bloodborne の小説・ストーリー

"The Old Ones are coming. I sent them a message when we entered your system." Jack felt a chill. "Who exactly are the Old Ones?" "They are... complicated." Aria-7 closed her eyes briefly. "In your supernatural hierarchy, you have werewolves, vampires, witches, and other species. All of them carry traces of Origin Blood, diluted over millennia. The Old Ones are the source. They are the pure Original bloodlines that seeded your world with supernatural potential." "They're the first werewolves? The first vampires?"

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

The urgency behind Orel voice and my skin prickling with danger was what made my eyes to open. The scene before me was a dreaded one, Orel was bleeding for one shoulder while fighting sluggishly as if he was poisoned. A couple of warriors whose clothing and armory were not ours were attacking Orel, I took the scene before me within a second as I grabbed my sword and rolled away from my sleeping position.

She *recognized* the intent before it formed. Not attack. Offering. A thin line opened across Kali’s palm. Gold did not spill from it. Something darker. Something deeper. Not divine ichor. Not vampire blood. Something *older than both.* “Take it,” Kali said. The words were not a suggestion. Celeste’s HUD flickered violently. > **UNKNOWN BLOODLINE DETECTED** > **CLASSIFICATION: ???** > **COMPATIBILITY: CONDITIONAL** > **WARNING: IRREVERSIBLE INTEGRATION POSSIBLE**

I turned to Sol and asked, "Is this enough for you?" He nodded and pulled out a small vial of O positive from the larger pool supply in front of us. "Usually, this is all I need through the week." I was shocked by his statement. I listened as he continued. "Older purebloods need less blood to survive than the younger ones." I felt my eyebrows pull together at the information. What Sol told me now was different from what I had heard since I was a child, and I wasn't sure whether to believe his admission or not.

The body of the old man had already crumbled to dust, when the ancient one again extended his hand and quickly pulled the next old man. -Delicious vampires, you will replenish my strength. - the ancient one says in an unpleasant voice, with a slight squeal, fresh blood drips on his robe. - Humble yourself, brother, you will serve a great purpose, and I will continue the work of our family. - Lord Askadal says to the last old man with sadness in his voice. Another heap of ashes fell onto the shiny floor of the spacious hall. The Ancient One smacked his lips with pleasure, his figure straightened up again, showing a majestic posture, he went to the last old man, huddled in a corner. There was

“No. But he left a message. One word.” Carl leaned in. “What word?” “Echo.” Something shifted in Carl’s expression. “What?” she asked. He swallowed. “That’s the name of a discontinued Bloodborn project. One they shut down years ago.” “Why?” “Because it didn’t have a singular ability,” he said slowly. “It mimicked others.” Ophelia froze. “You’re saying this Phantom… is an Echo?” “Not just an Echo,” Carl said. “The last one.”

, he said, frustrated. “She is nothing like you, or me”, Dana said. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He yelled “Sit down Draven, please”, Dana said to him. “I have a feelingg I won’t like what you have to say “, he said in a warning tone, but still, he sat down. “You remember OLD ONE?” She asked him. “Of course I do, he was a crazy old vampire that was killed by the witches, because of a stupid legend .”

More feathers tossed into the air and with a suppressed groan of pain, the blow caught the Tenth Presbyter in the arm, mangling it into an impossible angle as he tumbled to the ground. Chu Xun reached for the canine tooth. But his finger just barely grazed the tooth and it snapped into halves with a crack and from the midst of the fine hairline crack, blood began seeping out. But it was no ordinary blood. The entire sky turned red right when the blood began dribbling out as if heralding the advent of an ancient horror. The True Blood of a Suan Ni. Chu Xun's breathing began to pick up pace as he lurched with amazement. The True Blood of an ancient horror. It might be a substance of great age

And I was going to find it. My fingers brushed against an old leather-bound journal tucked between thick volumes of pack history. I opened it, feeling the spine creak, and revealed spidery handwriting that was decades old. These pages spoke of some "Blood Moon curse" with a very unclear origin and of some kind of artifact called Owlshard.