Novel & Cerita Soundwave X Reader

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] [You learned the following Skills] [Sonar Wave]: Produce a sonar wave from the sound made by your cry to expand the range of your detection. [Spectral Attack]: Transform a small part of your soul into a specter and use it to attack, can deal direct damage into a foe's soul.

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The room reeked of disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth it once held. A chilling white sheet covered what had once been a living, breathing person. Ethan’s eyes were hollow, refusing to accept the grim reality before him. “No way... This can’t be happening…” he whispered, his voice heavy with denial and trembling despair, as though trying to convince himself—or anyone who would listen—that this wasn’t real. He stood frozen, unable to take a step closer. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned ghostly white, a faint tremor betraying the anxiety coursing through him.

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the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

The frightening soundwave shook Sir Osborn, Paxton, and the other regular Osborn family members into bleeding out of their orifices and falling to the ground. Swenson looked shocked. “Is that Sydartha Society’s Titanium Leo-roar?” Hank Veal’s signature skill? Kayson knew it as well?! Judging by how he had executed it, he was close to completing the practice, and even grandmasters could not possibly overlook the effect of the soundwave. “Hah!” Valdis shouted, dispelling Kayson’s soundwave with wrathful eyes that looked like they could spit fire. “Kid, you’re provoking me!”

Still no voice. Murderer. He glanced at the sky. No clouds. Blood ran down his arms. A single black fly buzzed around him. The Beast tried to swoop into his head. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, pressed his hands against his ears. Ground his teeth together. Murderer, it said. “No.” And then he heard it—soft at first but gaining power. The ocean. His head thumped in harmony with his heartbeat, bursting explosions of rhythmic pain.