Shrine Unscramble の小説・ストーリー

"Son, is there something I should know about? You seem nervous and the panic room indicator went off not too long ago for this room." How? How could I forget that I upgraded the system so that every panic room had a trigger on it? If opened, the room would send a silent notification to Papa and me. "Oh yeah, I was just showing her where to hide in case anything happens and her and baby have to hunker down." Dietrich Shields wasn't anybody's fool and he damn sure wasn't going to made one. "Did you fix your problems like I told you to?" "Yeah, we're working on it. Still a little turbulence but she'll come around. Told her about the maze...."

Talia dismounted. Talia: “This shrine once sealed the east winds—they say it must be blessed anew.” Hannah nodded. They tied their banners to pillars. Candle smoke curled upward. Lyra (soft): “The riders passed through here… someone awakened the shrine’s bitterness.” She knelt, tracing runes faintly etched in ice-offered stone. Lyra called them closer. She slashed her dagger along a hidden sigil beneath ivy-choked rock. Soft glow pulsed, disturbing the dust.

Thank you! Xoxo -Reema

My breath hitched as I caught sight of the shrine. It was breathtaking. The shrine was a circular structure, its walls made of shimmering crystal that reflected the moonlight, casting dancing rainbows across the surrounding trees. Vines with glowing white flowers climbed its pillars, their petals pulsing faintly as if alive. In the center of the shrine was a raised platform with intricate carvings that seemed to shift and move when you looked at them too long. “What is this place?” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away. “This is where the Beauty Goddess communes with those she deems worthy,” Lucas said, his voice reverent. “Step lightly. She’s already aware of our presence.”

The Shrine, a spiritual group founded by an entity named Holy. The group was originally formed as a safe haven for diversity, mostly women and humans of different cultures were amongst the members. They are known for always being able to fight together, even if all the members are dead or incarcerated. Being a member of The Shrine can offer an individual incredible spiritual prowess, one of the most powerful spirits of all time led The Shrine for a period of years. A spiritual entity named Wangari was one of the most powerful spiritual spirits of all time, maintaining the power to defend The Shrine from inevitable threats without containing any divine energy.

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular clubs in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the nightlife in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

He’s just stalling time and is waiting until he feels better to move. “Unbelievable.” Hugo scoffed. Still, he straightened his posture and reached for his pocket. “You really mean that?” There was a nod. Looking confident, Hugo fished out a small glass bottle in front of the frozen Ponjie. The glass shimmered along with its clear content inside. Hugo cleared his voice and explained, “A healer I know gifted me this. According to that person, all the drops in here came from the garden of the deity Paeon. It can heal anything in an instant which makes this bottle the most treasured possession I currently have.”

“We need to move Rowan away now..” Oliver stood. “Are you sure he’ll survive it?” “He won’t survive staying here,” Trenton said bluntly. “We have to get him to the real Moon Shrine. The first one was only a gate.” Darcy and I exchanged a glance. “Another shrine?” I asked. Trenton finally met my eyes. “The original shrine, the one that’s the source. Buried deep in the Northern Ridge. It’s the only place strong enough to heal him freely.”