Soul Land Series の小説・ストーリー

I feel a powerful surge of energy coursing through me, and I realize that Liam is using his powers again. Yes-yes-yes! The ground beneath our feet begins to tremble, and I see vines and roots start to grow from the earth, wrapping themselves around the zombie dragon’s legs. It roars and flails, but the vines hold it tight, and Liam and I seize the opportunity to strike back. With a final, coordinated effort, we both lunge forward with all our might, plunging our claws deep into the zombie dragon’s heart. It shrieks in agony, thrashing wildly, but it’s too late. Liam and I have dealt the killing blow.

My body responded as if it recognized its rightful owner. This was my chance. Drawing on the magic I had received from the Forgotten One, I focused. The spell surged to my lips not from memory, but instinct. The world around me dimmed, and once again, my soul was torn from the body I’d been trapped in. The realm I entered was neither light nor dark, but a void filled with echoing energy. The Soul Realm. Lena’s soul hovered there, her expression twisted in a smug smirk. “I underestimated you,” she sneered. “But do you really think you can stop what’s coming, Emily?”

Whether I wanted to or not, my mare followed. We entered the court beyond. The lands, his lands, were like nothing I had ever seen. Rolling hills and gardens bursting with life. Flowers bloomed in colors I could not name. The sky was clearer than any I had ever seen, the air thick with a strange kind of magic that hummed through my bones.

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."

Meph asked, determined not to go into any deals with the devil snake without enough information. “Five each. Rarities are from poor, uncommon, rare, epic and legendary, and Soul Qualities from S, A all the way to D,” The snake answers quickly like a fawning sycophant, “Simple, right? We just borrowed it straight from video games. Lower the culture barrier, you know?” Uh huh. “And you can get a legendary soul seal for me, S level, correct?” Meph confirms, ignoring the bullshit. “Glad you asked. No,” The snake mimicked a professional tone that only made himself more annoying. “Soul quality is an inherent property of YOU. Not even God himself can change that for you.”

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Instead, their farming tools were glowing and floating around them. In Douluo Continent, the marital souls are divided into Beast Spirits and Tool Spirits. If any spirit is in the form of an animal, then it naturally falls under the categorization of beast spirits while any other form of spirit, including plant spirits, is generally coined as Tool Spirits. As they walked and chatted amongst themselves, they passed a rather majestic structure. Unlike the cottages that needed constant repairs, this building was built solidly. Its roof had beautiful brown tiles and the entrance seemed to be marked with a strange writing.