The World Requiem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A third heartbeat began. Then a fourth. Then hundreds. Thousands. The sealed first world began filling with heartbeats. The dead were waking. Evelyn stared at the impossible darkness. The woman's voice whispered: “You wanted everyone to stay.” A crack appeared across the sky. “You finally got your wish.” The first world opened. Thousands of dead Evelyns stepped through. Behind them came dead Kaels. Dead Elis. Dead Remiels. Dead Lucians. All of them stared at Evelyn. All of them whispered the same word.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

“Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.” The screen panned behind him. A digital map spanning five continents. Dots blinked across Europe, Asia, South America. Borders were marked in crimson, Vatican seals layered beneath. He smiled wider. “This time, we use the churches. Sanctuaries. Pilgrimage routes. You started a war, Talana, but we wrote the gospel.” He leaned closer to the camera. “Come stop us. If you dare.” The screen went black. For a long breath, no one spoke. Then Talana whispered, “Trace it.”

I was running in a world so dark; so cold A world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfort A world that ran parallel to Terra Australis I was running in a world so eerie; so mysterious A world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every step A world that will snatch you of calm and reason A world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolate A world that kept secrets A world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheets A world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darkness A hidden wonder of Terra Australis A world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Austral

There was only the thread, and me, and the infinite, terrifying work of reweaving the world. ​I felt the Dissonance strike me. The oily blackness tried to climb my arms, to choke the light out of my soul. It screamed with the voices of the High Admiral and the broken ghosts of the East. It told me that the world was better off in the dark, that peace was just a hollow lie. But I didn’t fight it with anger. I fought it with the memory of the salt and the snow. I took the blackness and I wove it into the silver, creating a new pattern, a pattern that included the shadow.

“You’re not taking anyone.” The figure’s voice softened, almost pitying. “I am not the unmaking. I am the Keeper. Every world requires a price—a soul to anchor it, to keep it from dissolving into me. Choose, or I claim you all.” The ground cracked beneath them, and the golden light dimmed, as if the world were already fraying. The whisper grew louder, now a chant, repeating their names in a rhythm that matched the song in their hearts. The figure stepped closer, its form growing, its mirror-face reflecting their fear, their love, their everything.

, I replied Rick came closer and hugged Max,they both too were crying. "This is a sacrifice we must make. We have to save the two worlds by keeping others out of it. Evil never seizes, and many more people could have more dark desires than Zuoka",he said. Leena seemed to surpress the pain she felt and nodded. "This is our fate. Meeting each other and getting separated too. It's going to be hard Ariana,but I guess this is how nature wants it.

My voice was low as I chanted, but I was sure that my words were clear enough. “Rex tenebrarum procumbet coram regina lucis, et mundus iterum erit liber a dolore imposito. Morere, daemon, et relinque mundum nostrum in pace et ordine. Pereas ut numquam revertaris, morere...” The king of darkness will kneel for the queen of light, and the world will once again be free of the casted pain. Die, you demon, and leave our world to its peace and order. You shall perish to never return, die...

To fall for any schemes Formed by the immortals He knew that soon the gates of the portals Would close on the last ever Halloween The dead would remain lost And the earth would finally bear the consequences of his wrath It’ll be a bloodbath When the decease will rise Claiming whatever the livings had baptized To belong to them And no qualms heaven or earth could stop this rain of abhorrence Till of course, The paths were closed by the only one Son of Cain Whose heart is changed But no play could do that For a changed heart came with no small pay Was this the chance to save the enduring earth and its people? Could she journey the course and be a hopeful ray? Deadly Love Ink splattered sky tur

Massive, molten tendrils thicker than skyscrapers erupted from the chasm, reaching toward the sky with a blind, destructive hunger. "You are too late, Sterling!" High Priest Malakor shrieked, dangling helplessly from Jack’s grip. Even facing death, the Ouroboros fanatic was drunk on his own apocalyptic victory. "The World-Breaker is awake! It will consume your cities, boil your oceans, and crack this pathetic mudball into a billion pieces! You are the Planet's Alpha? Let us see you command a dying world!" Jack didn’t blink. His expression was a mask of cold, absolute fury. He looked down at the swirling inferno threatening to swallow his city, then back up at the arrogant priest.