Pokémon Shattered Light の小説・ストーリー

And as the chamber descended into darkness, a single glimmer of light danced upon one of the shattered mirrors—a symbol of hope amidst the encroaching despair, and a promise that the answers they sought were within their grasp. With their weapons still in hand, Jaxon and his allies braced themselves for the impending onslaught. The shards of the shattered mirrors quivered with ominous energy as if they were the teeth of some unseen beast waiting to devour them. The encroaching darkness swirled around them, threatening to engulf their very souls.

Shyam felt an impending sense of doom. He shielded the True-Sun Fist without much thought, but the radiant sword light soon descended and struck the bronze shield before him with a colossal force. At that moment, Shyam could only watch in horror as cracks formed all over the shield. The shockwave then caused the shield to shatter, and the fragments shot out in all directions. Shyam's pupils contracted as he witnessed the scene and felt a bad feeling sinking in. The protective barrier that he cast just moments ago succumbed to the residual power of the sword light. The barrier was torn apart and landed right into his chest.

“We will not let the darkness win. Hold your ground and focus on the Heartstone!” The pack members responded with renewed determination, their eyes fixed on the Hearthstone's pulsating glow. They maintained their positions and continued to support the ritual, their collective willpower pushing back against the encroaching darkness. The clash between light and shadow was intense. The Heartstone’s glow intensified, its light merging with the elemental energies and creating a brilliant, radiant aura. The shadows writhed and pulsed, their forms flickering as they struggled against the binding magic.

She was powerful and could even be more powerful than now. We all stood still for a few seconds, breathless and shaking. The silence after chaos was deafening. Sherry’s shield had obliterated the shadows, turning them to dust in a wave of blinding light. The air still shimmered with the aftershock—like reality itself was trying to realign.

one of the men inquired, turning to his companion. "Don't need to tell him, I suppose," the other replied with a smirk, while the rest of them chuckled menacingly. Orders? Who could have instructed them to do this? My mind raced to think of possible suspects, but before I could even begin to form a coherent thought, everything went dark. A sudden blow to my face jolted me back to the brutal reality unfolding before me, struggling to focus amidst the chaos. Another assailant seized me by the shirt, raining down blows to my stomach, each strike accompanied by a guttural cry escaping my lips. Collapsing to the ground, I felt the weight of defeat wash over me, my life flashing before my eyes in

My lungs burned and my legs screamed for relief, but I didn’t stop “Help!” I screamed, but my voice echoed back at me, swallowed by darkness and silence. I stumbled, my body collapsing into the dirt as he loomed over me, the blade raised high, ready to strike. “No!” I screamed, it wasn’t a scream—it was a roar, primal and unstoppable. And suddenly a burst of crystal white light exploded from my body. A blinding burst of white light from my chest, making the forest around me glow with like a star or the sun, and for a moment, everything was still. The shadow was flung back, its form dissolving into the light.

I watched neon lights flicker against the rain-streaked windows, the reflections of people moving through the streets like ghosts. “Where are we going?” I finally asked. Damien was silent for a moment before answering. “Somewhere safe.” I almost laughed. Safe? That word had never meant anything to me. “You still don’t trust me,” he observed. “Should I?” I countered. He smirked but didn’t reply. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with flick of his silver lighter. The glow illuminated his face for a brief second, casting sharp shadows across his jawline.

“I’m listening, but I’m not sure I like what I’m hearing so I might cut you short and send you out soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. All of which were fake to me. He thinks that he could shed crocodile tears to move me? “I made terrible mistakes. I didn't know what came over me. Leaving you, choosing Kiara… I ruined everything good in my life. And now, I’m paying for it. Kiara and I are done. The relationship was toxic. She’s…” He explained to me before trailing off. Kendrick shook his head in shame. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.”

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness

The wind is starting to die down, but they are forming a concentrated ball of darkness in the middle of the compound. Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation". The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me".