Scroll Of Amnesia Diablo 4 소설 & 이야기

My gaze catches on an image in the lower corner of the screen. Only the top half of the image is visible, but there’s something… I grab Remy’s wrist and point at the screen with my other hand. “Scroll down.” Remy’s brows go up, but he does as I ask. Memories niggle at the back of my mind as the full image comes into view. It’s a simple picture of tree on a river shore with a mountain vista in the background, but there’s something about the shape of the tree and the way the colors come together that makes my brain stand up and pay

He then retreated, and Laura turned to him. "Ned, look at this. What is it? It feels like a liquid, but I'm not sure what it is." The scroll depicted the liquid clearly, but they couldn't identify what it was. As Ned looked at the liquid, fragments of memories flashed through his mind, triggering a deep memory that caused his eyes to turn blood-red. It seemed as if some kind of memory deep within him had been suddenly awakened. After a moment, his eyes began to glow with a red light.

No one spoke. Amelia's words seemed to hang in the library. Samuel. Damian stared at her. "You're sure?" Amelia pressed her fingers against her temple. "I don't know." "You said you remembered him." "I remembered the ring." Her breathing became uneven. "The black stone." "The silver band." "I saw it in my memory." Noah stepped closer. "What else did you see?" Amelia closed her eyes. "A room." "White walls." "A woman screaming."

Lyra knelt and reached for one of the scrolls, her fingers brushing against the brittle parchment. Suddenly, she felt it—a faint pulse, a whisper of something just beyond her reach. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart quickened, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. Slowly, she unrolled the scroll, revealing the faded words etched onto the page. The language was ancient, but Lyra had long since mastered the art of deciphering forgotten tongues. She began to read, her eyes scanning the text with growing curiosity. But as she read, the words seemed to blur before her eyes, and a new sensation washed over her. It was as though she were being pulled into the memory its

[Hymn to the War Gods] Replica FAILED PRODUCT Type: Divine Rank: I The one who recites the words written in the scroll will win any war to come without any loss. Has side effects that depend on the strength of the enemy. Skills: Failed products cannot be used. Amy caught a gist of the power she was blessed with after getting summoned to this world. She was optimistic. She knew her skill appraisal has more to it than just reading descriptions of artefacts. A while later Sarah gave Amy her first quest. She will be accompanied by Kyla.

“The Archive has triggered a 'Clean-Up Protocol'! The pillars are starting to vent!” ​He was right. The liquid starlight inside the cylinders was turning a dark, toxic purple. The glass was beginning to hairline-crack, releasing a gas that smelled of ozone and rotting data. If that gas filled the hall, we wouldn't die of suffocation—we would die of Amnesia. We would wander this mountain forever, unable to remember why we had come or who we were meant to protect. ​“To the 'Inner Sanctum'!” I ordered, hoisting Leo onto my back while Killian grabbed Liam. “Don't breathe the mist! If you forget your name, you forget the war!”

I was a bit surprised, I didn't know Kyle already told her. "What? Did he say he knows you?" She think again then replied, "He asked me if I know him from fifteen years ago." "Oh, that!" I rubbed my forehead and took a deep breath, "This might sound really weird and it might scare you a little bit but," I paused "Kyle believed you're connected to him." She doesn't react, so I continue, "He has amnesia, Raina. He doesn't remember anything from his accident fifteen years ago." "What does that have anything to do with me?" she asked, but I figured it will be too difficult to explain to her that she appeared on Kyle's detachments. I will just sound insane.

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

“A worthy opponent.” Veil stood silently by the window. “What now?” Daniel smiled coldly. “They think the game is over. But Chimera was never the end, it was the opening act.” He pressed a hidden panel. A new map appeared. Coordinates marked Phase Four: Prometheus Protocol. Veil frowned. “That’s still incomplete.” “It won’t be for long,” Daniel said. “And this time, no AI. No codes. Just me.” His reflection in the glass stared back like a stranger.

“Do you guys want revenge?” A wicked smile spread across Freya’s face. She produced a small, intricately carved vial, its contents shimmering with an ominous glow. “I have a stash of yellow flower extract from the stockroom. One tiny drop will keep them up all night, running to the bathroom every five minutes,” she announced, her voice dripping with delight. The vial was instantly recognizable to Alruna. Alruna’s voice was sharp, laced with a mixture of exasperation and alarm. “You little rascal! Where did you get that?” Freya, clutching the vial tightly, hid it behind her back.