Relics Of The Tower の小説・ストーリー

JULIAN’S POINT OF VIEW The night air was filled with the harsh scent of tobacco and the distant murmur and cars of the city below. I leaned back in my chair and watched the scenery with great interest, the familiar weight of a cigarette between my fingers. The balcony of my study had always been my refuge…. A place where my past, the heavy weight of my past don't suffocate me as much as my room did. It was a place where I can boldly let go of my problems without feeling guilty about it.

Leo asked. Maren sighed. “After the Citadel fell, and the Balance was woven, there was so much to clean up. So much grey metal, so many broken machines. We worked for years to heal the land. But we couldn’t find every single piece. A small, broken bit like this… it must have been washed down from the mountains over the years, buried, and then uncovered by the shifting stream.” She handed the rod back to Sela. “It is a relic. A piece of a bad dream. There is no power in it anymore. The magic that made it work is long gone. It is just cold metal now.”

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.

I paused, dragging in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, before continuing, “To the sons, but more so…to the secrets they left behind.” I looked at the headmaster, who was clenching the stem of his cup too tightly, and his knuckles were already turning white. He stood and forced a smile. He clapped slowly, and others followed. From behind me, I heard a voice, not familiar, low and sinister, just like the one I heard in the mirror. “The relic only flares for direct blood. Or blood traitors.”

The labyrinth itself seemed to be collapsing, forcing us to find an escape before being buried alive. The soft glow of the relic became brighter, and a deep hum filled the chamber. As we clutched the relic, a vision began to materialize around us, replacing the stone walls of the chamber with a vast, unfamiliar landscape. Towering mountains, their peaks lost in the clouds, surrounded a valley filled with ancient, gnarled trees. In the distance, a city gleamed its architecture unlike any we had seen before. Jerome, Isabella, Alex, and I stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking this breathtaking vista, the winds carrying whispers of times long past and secrets yet to be revealed. The relic pul

Since the image data of the treasure tower had already been sent to tens of thousands of people, Zekeiah could easily get a copy. When he saw the image of the tower, he didn't think it was anything special. Its appearance was not remarkable since it was a product from the 7th century and was mainly produced as a magic weapon. It was far inferior to the Song Dynasty Pearl Relic Treasure Tower which was made with exquisite craftsmanship and used a variety of precious materials. In fact, Zekeiah would describe the item the Rothschild family was looking for as mediocre. He didn't think too much about it, and he directly sent the image to Tarlon.

“You know, you used to terrify half the Hollow.” “I still do,” Lilith smirked. They sat there for a while, planting in silence. And when they stood, the ashes behind them glowed faintly—not with fire, but with life. Atheira’s Legacy Back inside the Council tower, Kael stood alone before the old war map—a massive circular relic made of flame-hardened stone and obsidian etchings. The places marked in red were the battlefields of old. Most names had been updated, rewritten. But one remained untouched: Sanctum of the First Light.

------------------ Meanwhile - Outside of the tower ------------------ Within the swarm of monsters, some of the Elders and Core disciples are still alive but not without injury or missing some limbs. At that moment, a great golden sacred light shone from the sky as the dreaded fog dissipated once it’s touched this light while the monster seems to be in agony and retreat back to the fog. A hooded figure in a black cloak dropped in front of all the survivors outside. In the hand of that figure was a Buddha’s Relic that shone brightly like it’s using its power to destroy all the fog and ward off all the monsters. The Buddha’s Relic in the hand of that figure getting smaller and smaller until a

The artifacts in Maya's hands pulsed with a faint energy, guiding us deeper into the labyrinthine depths of the Zaveri estate. "Do you think these relics really hold the key to our family's legacy?" I asked, my voice echoing softly in the silence. Maya glanced at the artifacts, her expression thoughtful. "I believe so. There's power in these relics, Sorin. Power that Victor and his allies will stop at nothing to obtain." As we rounded a corner, the tunnel widened into a vast chamber bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Ancient symbols adorned the walls, their meanings lost to time, yet resonating with a sense of purpose that sent shivers down my spine.

James stated, “We’re like brothers. There’s nothing you can’t say.” Truett asked, “Is this an artifact that will help my mother reincarnate?” James explained smilingly, “It’s not just an artifact. It’s a place for her to be reborn. These are the Wisdom, Courageous, and Perceiver Towers left behind by Emperor Yarden. They contain numerous energies and boons. It’s up to Ms. Herodias to choose which she’d like to enter.” Truett nodded and asked, “What’s the criterion to be reborn?”