Savior Remnant 2 の小説・ストーリー

"I mean, come on let's face it papa is giving me a time limit and I'm not really sure what to do next? If I make a move it would cause destruction. I don't honestly know how to minimize casualties. I'm someone who kills the people who hinders me achieving my goal and I don't care whether their innocent or not. I just eliminate all of them." "Alright, let focuses on the people were up against." Jake stated. "Are we sure that the Somalians are no longer a threat or the death of Quaasim's daughter just raised another problem?" "They are not going to be a problem anymore. My men already took care of it." Evgeni stated. "Okay. So the main threats are the Mexicans and the Colombians then? What lev

I sprang up immediately, realizing this wasn’t my home nor anywhere I was familiar with. Then, a little girl ran into the room. Angel. The same girl I had saved last night. My confusion only deepened. Why was I here with her again? A man in a wheelchair wheeled himself in. I had seen him yesterday, though I couldn’t recall exactly when. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I blurted quickly as he explained how he had found me and brought me here. I hurried to put on my shoes, ready to leave. But then Angel tugged at my hand. She held up her tablet. On it, words appeared:

"We’re stranded on the mainland, Papa. For the first time in eighty years, we’re on the wrong side of the water." ​The Scavenger's remnant ​From the ruins of a collapsed observation tower behind them, a rhythmic tapping emerged. ​Clack. Clack. Clack. ​Kael spun around, his hand moving to the hilt of his weathered blade. Out of the dust stepped a group of figures that looked neither like Salt-Bloods nor Bloom-Kin. They were thin, their bodies covered in grey rags and patches of rusted lead-foil. ​They were the Remnant—the descendants of the Sunderers who had refused to join the Synthesis, living in the deep cracks of the city for generations.

A savior? Or a monster?

"We need to talk." Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, the sleep vanishing from her face as she took in the seriousness of my expression. "What is it?" "We need to find your father," I said, my voice low. "He's our way to Salvatore." Selena's eyes widened, and she clutched the blanket tighter around her. "Why? What good can he do?" "Because he's the only one Salvatore might trust enough to meet with," I said, taking her hand in mine. "We need to use that to our advantage."

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

another child comes up, pointing to Leana and Drake. “Hello, Prince Urien. I’m Alpha Kieran.” He smiles at me, obviously pleased that I know he’s a prince. “So it works?” Maeve asks examining Asmodeus carefully. “I understand you are partially responsible for me being able to walk in the sun again. You have my eternal gratitude,” Asmodeus says. “And considering you’re immortal, that’s a lot of gratitude,” Xander says to him before turning to me.

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin

She didn't come through. Instead, I was thrown backward. The arm hanging from the ceiling disappeared as well. The girl's anxious voice came from the empty air again. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't know it would throw people back." "I'm fine. Looks like the time-space distortion can only transfer objects and voices for now." After hearing my reply, she sighed in relief. "It's getting late. Go get some sleep. We're friends now. My name's Hannah Scott. What about you?" She asked cheerfully.

They had stopped at Max's clinic to have her checked out by Rebecca and she was making her take a blood test and all the complete works for just a couple of bruises and scrapes from the fall. Ian even called Shani the witch who summons and get rid of Benjamin's entity years ago. Shani told Ian that Blair was actually good without an amulet. She said that her husband's evil spirit had been placed back to his dimension months after their last meet. She apologized for not letting them know. "Mom?"