Soul Eater Faces 소설 & 이야기

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

Faces I knew. “No,” I whispered. “This isn’t real. It's just a trial.” A low growl echoed from the shadows. I spun around—and froze. There he was. Elias. But not the version I’d faced before. This Elias was twisted, monstrous. His eyes burned crimson, his aura choking. Behind him stood a mirror of myself—another Selene, cloaked in shadow and wearing a cruel smile. “You came,” Shadow-Selene said. Her voice was mine… but colder, sharper.

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this? She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood. " Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice. This was when she snapped out of her daze.

Those eyes. It’s him. But when I look at the face, I snap back to reality. It’s not Eren. It’s an updated version of Eren. I am frozen, gaping at him, all stunned by the resemblance. Eren’s face was more angular compared to him. This guy got a thinner jaw and a much pointer nose. His cheekbones are also more sharper. But his eyes, his hair, his thin beard, his height, his body and his lips are exactly the same.

The one that tried to reach. Likaya levels her sword and inches it closer towards the mass moving it with her blade. “Kahhhh” The voice was coming from behind the table. She moves closer to the direction of the sound, keeping her sword ready. Then she saw it, under the grotesque infection of pulsing spores and black dirt was the face of a man. His dead eyes were locked onto hers. “Akath!” she screamed, drawing the attention of her Lieutenant. “Mam?” Froster approached her, his eyes turned pale as he saw the man’s face.

A palm covered in clear flames shot out from the depths of his soul. *Shine!* Illuminating the entire area, the soul attack was devasting power by energy to new to Elder Kung. It touched on the individuals mixed inside burning away at them. With the slight touch causing them pain, the countless souls attack from the inside. "Disgusting." Empress Valli muttered. Seeing countless people escape out of the best, she wanted to gag. A glance at Ren did not bode well in the least. He looked agitated and his eyes held a bit of rage. 'What else could possibly go wrong in this picture?'

Looking around she tried to spot Rathial himself, after all she had a bone to pick with him. A growl behind her drew Elaina's attention, eyes widening she found herself face to face with an ekek that had a skeletal face and humanoid body with many gaping holes in the flesh showing the bones below. Behind it stood more and it seemed all of them had their sights set on Elaina. "Come at me." Elaina hissed pulling her dagger and preparing for battle.

I reached out to touch his arm, but he flinched away, taking a sharp step back as if my touch was toxic. "Lucien," I whispered, my throat dry. "Please." The Elder cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the dead-silent hall. "Margaux Voss, do you accept Lucien Ashby as your mate?" Every single eye in the room was locked onto us. "Yes," I said, my voice shaking but clear. "I do." The Elder turned his gaze to my best friend. "Lucien Ashby, do you accept Margaux Voss as your mate?"