The Spire In The Woods の小説・ストーリー

To hell with the babies! "You just envy her," Morthena teased me. "You only want fun, Etincelle. Have you ever heard the word "commitment"?" "Wow, look who's talking?" I rolled my eyes. "Let's go, girls! Stop this argument already. Gosh!" Morayta exclaimed. "I'm so excited!" "Game!" We all agreed. So, we got inside the club and proceeded to the penthouse. This was a penthouse club, from the name itself. Morthena led the way, dragging Azy with her. Azy is getting married so we are throwing her a bridal shower for her.

He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw the brother Dante had loved. "The Spires... were always... a cage," Julian whispered. He shoved me toward the frigate just as the core detonated. The South Spire disappears in a pillar of blinding platinum light that can be seen from space. Inside the frigate, Dante holds the baby as the shockwave throws the ship into a wild, uncontrolled spin across the Antarctic wasteland. When the light clears, the Spire is gone. There is only a massive, smoking crater in the ice. Dante kicks open the crumpled airlock, stumbling out into the freezing air, his eyes frantically searching the debris.

TIME: 13:30 HOURS. LOCATION: THE BEHEMOTH - TACTICAL CONSOLE. STATUS: THE APEX SPIRE. Kara tapped a few keys, and a massive, rotating 3D hologram of the Apex Spire materialized over the central table. Up close, the schematic of the Spire was absolutely terrifying. It wasn't just a building; it was a self-contained arcology. It soared one hundred and fifty floors into the sky, a gleaming needle of white composite armor and blue energy shielding.

He helped her up, his touch lingering on her waist—a small, grounding gesture of affection that was the only light in her darkening mind. As they crossed the border into the Great Plains, the landscape changed. The trees gave way to rolling hills of golden wheat that had gone to seed. In the distance, one of the Silent Spires (the deactivated Architect towers) rose from the earth like a jagged, white tooth. As they approached a small town at the base of the Spire, they heard a rhythmic, melodic chanting.

“Then we give it none.” “That won’t be enough,” Mira said. “We need to find the source. The crack Jerrin opened.” Marwen pulled out an ancient scroll. “The Spire. It still stands—just barely. Beneath it is a labyrinth of tunnels. Forgotten by time. That’s where the wound bleeds.” Aria stood. “Then that’s where we go.” --- The journey to the Black Spire took three days. The land surrounding it had withered—trees bent away from the tower, grass turned to ash, and animals lay dead in spirals of bone.