Strength Of Soul Rune Sod の小説・ストーリー

¤ Sacral Chakra - [ 55+ ] ¤ Solar Plexus Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [100] , Fire [10] , Water [32] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul-Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Mayhem Saber], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow] (Armour): [Slither-Hide] ==Soul Radix== [Grade-1 Soul-Radix - (CLONE‌ DRIFT)- Gives the user the ability to pull out two clones at once. Users can switch positions with both of these clones an unlimited number of times and also share conscience with both of them. These clones would have 40-50% of the user's strength and skills and will live for 2 days. The time interval t

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

"I thought silver was just something humans invented for stories?... Plus im, not a werewolf so why would it affect me?" "It affects our regeneration... It's the way silver is handled before being made into a deadly weapon for us. It enters the bloodstream and infects us so we can't heal. You can regenerate as we do which means you are affected the same way." "I honestly thought I was getting stronger you know but they were human. So I think hesitation crept up on me and I couldn't do what was needed, they could have killed me but I hesitated." "You are weak because you think a person's strength is the ability to fight... It's inside of you where the strength resides and you haven't found it

Andrius struggled to get up after falling to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of shock. What was that rune? It was terrifying! “Andrius…” Cedric reminded, “Maybe you can try using your wolf blood to melt this strange rune. You might gain something unexpected.” Andrius’ eyes lit up. The skeleton was a being from the Divine Realm, and his wolf blood was also from the Divine Realm, so they shared the same origin. Immediately, Andrius squeezed out some wolf blood and sprinkled it on the rib, which sizzled fiercely. The protective light on the rune weakened under the corrosion of Andrius’ wolf blood until it finally disappeared.

“Selene, why are you here? I mean, I only ask because it’s rare for you to show yourself to others.” Selene simply giggling at the question, as if she wasn’t phased by it in the least. “Yes, that is true. And while I do rarely show myself to others, I did feel like I needed to show myself to you before I spoke with Tori.” “Tori?” “Yes. For you see…. Tori and Rune are what I call special. As they are what I call magical runes or in layman’s term a Rune wolf. Another term to use is Rune-binder as Rune’s fur is white with black and silver runes etched along the surface. Runes that grant Tori certain powers at certain times when needed but only when he becomes of age.”

Odessa's voice had turned otherworldly and had a powerful vibration to it. Xavier and Alaric could only look on in shock. As the rune on the ground glowed a vibrant gold matching Odessa's eyes. The blood from the bones had melted, seeping into the rune, which absorbed it. The ground shook with a tremor as she continued to recite. A cloud of dark smoke gathered where Elody's bones were, making it hard to see what was underneath. "Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet.

“I don’t know.” “Yes, you do.” Her soft voice reached me past the panic, and my mind slowed down. “That’s it, my girl. Calm your thoughts. Sift through the options. What rune could it be?” The options flashed through my mind. Strength made no sense, and it was missing the bottom curve. Poison might be closer to their intention, but there was no cross to be seen. The death rune made sense, and it had the sickle part, but again there was no rounded bottom. “Grandma, I can’t find it.” I turned to Rowan, and I watched as he tried to pull his hand back from Vince, but he held his hand in place. “Why won’t he let Rowan’s hand go?”

But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.” Asha’s breath caught. This was it. This was the answer she had been searching for. The Soulbone Imprint wasn’t just a key—it was a power. A power capable of awakening the Ancestral Spirits within the Frostkin, and using their energy to control the Blood Pact Beasts.

“Perhaps it’s because you’re inferior.” The man scoffed. “Do you think I’d truly lose to a stinking brat like you who’s still wet behind the ears?” He suddenly took out a brocade box from inside his robe and opened it. There was a Soul Core flashing out a purple light. A Soul Core’s spiritual power level would start from red, orange, yellow, light green, dark green, blue, and lastly, purple. Purple marked the highest spiritual power. Moreover, with his Soul Core outside his body, he could break into the palace with ease. It showed that every ray of his soul power was stronger than others.

"This body is weaker than I thought! But thanks to my sufferings! I developed my will and stamina!" Then he smiled. So good so far, he discovered something! This two kinds of soul display invulnerability to him yet pleasant news made him smile. "Weakness!" He called. He knew the weakness through several tries and attacks. "This two kinds of Soul produces element!" He concluded. The red one produces flames. The blue one produces water. "With these complimenting elements, I can make use of it!" He stated. He looked at Nayna again. He can only wait after this.