Scythe Cover の小説・ストーリー

he added. The glowing stone elongated into a silver scythe. Gold danced in his veins and reached the scythe creating gold twirling vines on the scythe’s handle. He spun the scythe and a luminous white light follows his scythe’s sharp tip. The light was giving the same aura of my yin-yang’s glow. His scythe now have a purifying power. “Now the real action begins.” Grip tilted his head on the side like a gangster.

That he’d grown addicted. Blade moves first, sweeping the room with his scanner. Spade covers the rear. Their movements are crisp, almost soundless. These are men who’ve walked through death before and didn’t mind coming back. Tables line the far wall, littered with rusted tools, syringes, and vials still half-filled with something milky. There’s a cage pushed into the corner. Small. Too small. The metal inside is bent, as if someone, or something, had clawed to get out.

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

Wearing a blue dress, her delicate features resembled Thea’s. The moment she walked over to Sophie, she noticed the bizarrely-shaped scythe in front of Sophie. For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity with the scythe. Upon being reminded of the scythe within her body, her mind stirred, and a scythe materialized before her. Immediately, the it flew forward and blocked the bizarrely-shaped scythe that intended to deal Sophie the killing blow.

Even if they dropped an advanced Source Crystals, the chances of it yielding something valuable were quite low. "Is it because we're in the exploration phase? Ah, who cares?" Victor eagerly picked up the war scythe. [Fine Electric War Scythe (Two-Handed)] [Combat Power +50] [Attacks are imbued with electrical energy, doing extra damage] "Nice." Victor immediately discarded his custom-made saber and shield. Compared to the war scythe, the saber and shield might as well be trash. The war scythe was an impressive ten meters long, matching Victor's height. Grasping it in his hands, he felt like a war god holding an immensely powerful weapon. He looked intimidating.

She was also fierce, especially when it comes to protecting those she cared about. Emily pulled out a scythe from her storage ring, the scythe was around 8 meters tall and it was made from clear crystal-like material that almost looked like spring water. A 4ft tall curved blade was attached to the rod of the scythe. It was a giant weapon that looked like it was created to be wielded by someone 14 ft tall.

Each twist of the blade sends a metallic groan into the air, and I freeze every time, holding my breath, listening if someone is coming. “Come on Ingrid… come on…” I whisper to myself. Finally, the last screw gives way. I slip the metal cover off, squeeze myself into the narrow shaft, and after one final look behind me, I pull the grate back into place. “Ingrid… you smell that?” Kira whispers faintly in the back of my mind. I pause, and inhale slowly. My nose twitches, and my stomach tightens at the bitter, choking scent. “Wolfsbane,” I mutter, reaching for my pocket quickly and grabbing a folded handkerchief. I use it to cover my nose and mouth.

“Do you know why? Because she doesn’t drain me. She feeds me. Just as I feed her. We are symbiosis. We are balance. We are what the books never predicted.” “The Council… the Council will want to know about this…” “The Council will find out soon enough.” I tilted my head. “And it will learn.” I extended my hand to the side, and the air tore open in violet and silver. My black scythe slid out of the pocket dimension, the ebony handle fitting perfectly in my palm. The curved blade gleamed, ancient runes pulsing in shades of violet. The leader looked at the scythe. Then at me. “That is… a scythe of death…”