The World Requiem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world. But standing before the crystalline gates was a line of figures that didn't move: didn't breathe: and didn't glow. They were the Ice Weavers: their skin as pale as the snow: their eyes as blue as the deep abyss. They held spears of absolute zero: and as we approached: the air in my lungs turned to ice. The final triage had begun: and as I looked at the crystalline cradle: I knew the White Wolf would have to burn brighter than she ever had before to save the heartbeat of the world.

Massive columns lined its entrance, each engraved with ancient runes that pulsed like living stars. At the center stood two enormous doors adorned with the symbol of two intertwined worlds. "The same symbol..." Liana whispered. Kael nodded. "It represents the covenant between Earth and the Celestial Kingdom." Commander Rylan looked around cautiously. "No temple should be this quiet." Kael placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I don't like it either." As they reached the top of the staircase, the doors slowly opened on their own. A warm breeze drifted outward. Instead of darkness, a magnificent hall stretched before them.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

He shivered under me, and gripped my wrists tightly as he fought through the pain. I heard her sigh behind me, “I, Clarolyn Guaress, accept your rejection.” She screamed and collapsed to the ground. Dylan breathed heavily as the pain coursed through him, finally crying out. “I’m gonna fix this,” I mumbled softly. I placed my hands on his chest as best I could, since he was still holding them. I began chanting in Latin pulling the pain from him into myself. It was like my heart was being ripped apart slowly, in the worst way possible.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

That’s why I never had the chance to witness Madarashi’s full might. We trained there for 2 and half a year and after that a war broke out world wide. It was the World War III. The war only lasted for six months but destruction it caused was immeasurable. Destruction and casualties of the world war I and II wasn’t half as deadly as this one. But the shocking thing was, among the casualties 98% was innocent people and the countries that even didn’t have an active a role in the war. But the one who forged the war were practically unharmed. And as expected these news pissed Madrashi off. He was more pissed off with the higher ups and leaders who actually forged the war. But the good thing was o

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.