Seed Of Chaos の小説・ストーリー

No one understood the words. No one has been able to interrupt the final curse till date. The skies opened. Lightning struck the trees. The earth shook. And just like that, the Moon vanished from the world. Some say she died beneath that tree. Some say she returned to the sky, watching everything from above. But the curse she left behind never faded. Every Alpha since then has died before their fortieth birthday. Every generation, brothers kill each other for the title. And no one, not even the strongest among them has been able to escape the fate she spoke into the soil.

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

Inside was a single, glowing silver seed. "What the hell is that?" Kaelor asked, peering over his shoulder. "The Seed of the World-Tree. It’s a biological computer, Kaelor. It can manage the planet’s water and soil without needing a human host. It was his backup plan. He knew he was going crazy."

Sofia whispered, her head falling back as the blue cracks on her skin began to glow with a soft, stabilizing emerald light. The other children moved in, forming a wide circle around Sofia and Nomo. They joined hands, their small bodies glowing with a collective resonance that defied the oily blackness of the sky. It wasn't the violent, explosive power of the Sovereign; it was the quiet, stubborn strength of the root. They were the "Seeded," and they were anchoring the sky.

Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis. There were currently a dozen or so known Regis in Hyperion, and each Regis possessed an entity known as an echo, a virtual consciousness that existed within their crests, that allowed them to interact with origins. Not much is known about the original –the mysterious beings who made the origins— but it was understood that their entire civilization was completely wiped from the memory of the universe, with the exception of the origins. Most of the known origins that have been identified were discovered within ancient ruins and world lost

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

The world vanished beneath my feet. Darkness opened below. A massive fissure tore through the land. The ritual line shattered. My stomach lurched. The sky spun. For one horrifying moment, I understood exactly what had happened. Sabotage. Someone had waited. Watched. Planned. Not to stop the ritual. To damage it. "Aella!" I heard Sol's voice. Then Chaos appeared. Literally appeared. The ancient being materialized beside me. Shadows wrapped around my waist. The fall stopped.

“Now more than ever.” That was when the vault stopped being theoretical. They sat on the floor an hour later, backs against the couch, the box between them. Cassian had pulled on pants, nothing else. She wore one of his shirts again, deliberately this time. The flash drive sat in his palm like a live wire. “This isn’t just leverage,” he said. “It’s a kill switch. Names, transactions, dates. Proof of things that never made headlines.” “And my mother took it,” Elara said. “And ran.”

He paused before continuing, “It is called the Chaos Divine Spirit Root.” “The catch is in the name, isn’t it?” Emile puckered her lips as she muttered, “Chaos…” “My wife is so smart.” Chris chuckled as he tapped her nose dotingly before continuing, “Chaos is the catch... but not in the literal sense. It’s more conceptual than that.”