The World After The Fall の小説・ストーリー

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

Isaac explained that when I was ready to go back it would be activated again. He also explained that the world we were in was called the Nightfall Nexus and it was a mystical world where supernatural beings and creatures existed. He said that the world was kept away from the human world to keep them safe and to maintain the balance and warned that I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone else about the place.

Even though it happened just over 1000 years ago, in which one of your planets was destroyed, in which everything ended due to conflicts and nature took its toll. Nuclear war broke out on Earth, leaving few human survivors. With the consequences, in which they destroyed, with the barriers between the kingdoms. Yet the kingdoms of Ruandar, the kingdom of angels, sank. Same as the realm of Hell when it was destroyed, in which the angels fled their home and founded New Ruandar, this time isolated from the human realm. In time, the New Ruandar and Earth re-established a tentative era of trade, and it was so, and then the descendants of the angels retreated once again, unifying the realms with th

The sender was anonymous. I guessed it was probably a former colleague still bitter about Trehill, or someone wanting to see Daniel humiliated. I stared at the photo for a few seconds. There was no satisfaction or pity, only a near-calm indifference. The mountain that once crushed me had long since eroded into a heap of dust by the roadside, unnoticed. And I had crossed that mountain, now seeing a wider world beyond. I hit delete and blocked the number. Some images aren’t worth keeping, just like how some people didn’t deserve space in memory.

His coat billowed, his gaze never leaving her. “Elara.” He lowered his voice to something dark and intimate. “You need to trust me.” “No.” The word tore from her throat. “I don’t trust anyone from Damien’s world.” His jaw tensed. “For what it’s worth… I left Damien’s world because of you.” Her heart stuttered. She stared at him, confused, frightened, trembling. “What does that even mean?” she whispered. The stranger looked at her with eyes that held too many secrets. “It means,” he murmured, “that you’re not ready to hear the truth yet.”

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”

BOOOOOOMMMMM “Hahahaha, in that case, I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to the figure you spoke of, O Keeper of the Book of Heaven!” The core of that world shattered, and with it, the world that had once resembled a lifeless wasteland crumbled along with the destruction of that blood-soaked monster. Nothing remained of that world’s ruin—no life, not even the slightest trace that the world had ever existed in that place. With the destruction of yet another world, it signaled that other worlds would meet the same fate without assistance from the upper world or the realm of the gods.

His armor faded. He looked exhausted. "You have destroyed my life's work." I shook my head. "No." "I have given it back." "To whom?" "The people." --- The First World began rebuilding itself. The silver mountains returned. The golden oceans became calm. The seven moons began moving again. Veya smiled through tears. "It's beautiful." I nodded. "It is." Seluna stepped toward the Architect. "You can still choose." He looked at her. "After everything?" "Especially after everything." The Architect lowered his head.

Games are so scarce recently even though the entire world has become one big jungle. After the pandemic and the chaos the world went through, Mother Nature claimed everything. Entire cities turned into green, lush forests, but it was useless. There were no edible fruits to eat or clean animals to hunt. It was a sick and twisted joke from the gods. I got my backpack and sword and headed to the first trap we had made and as expected I found nothing. The second one had a small rabbit. I caught it and cut off his head and skinned it quickly and strapped it to my backpack.