Solo Leveling Shadow Soldiers の小説・ストーリー

Kessler's POV I looked around and realized that everywhere was still dark, so I looked around trying to figure out where I was, but all to no avail. "Where am I?" I shouted when I suddenly fell into a hole and my eyes opened to White Walls and different machines beeping around me. At first, it was blurry so I closed my eyes for a few minutes before I tried to open it again and realized I was still in the same place. The sunlight from the window prevented me from seeing clearly, so I moved my body a little to the left side and saw Seth sitting closer to me...

"Draw them in and keep them talking. We'll handle the rest." "I know," I whispered back. "And if anything feels wrong, you run, promise me that." "I promise." Minutes passed like hours. The sun shone brighter and sweat trickled down my back despite the cool morning air. Then I felt it.... Shadow magic... "They're here," I said quietly into the stone. "We can see them. Stay calm. Let them get close." Five shadow wielders emerged from the forest. All wearing the dark robes of the councils but none of them were Laura These were soldiers, not leaders.

“He needs to be operational. The Shadowalker is a tool. Northstar is its handle. We don’t need the handle to be friendly; we need it to be grip-able.” “Sir, with respect, treating him like a tool is how you make a weapon turn in your hand.” Amy’s voice was carefully neutral, but I heard the concern. She’d seen the footage of the forest, of the portal, of the effortless barrier. She understood the scale of what we were housing. “I’m aware,” I said, finally turning to her. “Which is why the next phase is critical. We need to test the team’s cohesion under pressure. And we need to see how the Shadowalker reacts when his new… colleagues… are in danger.”

She opens her mouth, probably to ask me more, but before she can speak—shadows shift among the trees. Two soldiers emerge. Their armor catches the faint light of the moon as they step onto the path, swords drawn. I freeze. The mark on my face feels like it’s on fire, alive, as if the curse itself is responding to their presence. This has never happened before. The path was meant to be safe. But now, fate seems to have rewritten the rules, just because I tried to take control of my destiny. The horse rears up, whinnying in fear. Martha grips tight onto me, using her body to block me from view. I can feel her heart racing as well.

Pain shot through every part of her body. The bond severing had been violent. Traumatic. It felt like someone had reached inside her chest and ripped out part of her soul. Because that's exactly what they'd done. Without a pack bond, she was vulnerable. Weak. Powerless. Just another rogue wolf that any pack could kill on sight. That any rogue could attack without consequences. That the world could swallow up without anyone caring or noticing. Lyra forced herself to stand. Her legs shook. Her vision blurred. Black spots danced at the edges. But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness.

"The Head of Security is first. I'll peel the skin from his back. He'll be a screaming ornament on the Spire by dawn." "A waste of good suffering." Morthos murmured. Heavy, soul-stitched robes hissing. "I've already prepared the ritual. I will trap their consciousness in their own rotting marrow. Raise them as a Level 10 Shadow Army. Your silent sentries. Never reincarnating." "A shadow army?" I leaned back. Cold satisfaction blooming in my gut. "Poetic."