The World Requiem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

*"This is a *mercy*." Eden's eyes meet mine, pleading. Not for help-for permission. I nod. He slams his fist into the ground. --- **The Crescendo** The melody explodes, a shockwave of sound in the soundless void. The tunnel shatters, the Requiem's lyre disintegrating as she screams-a true scream, raw and mortal. The statues crumble, their silent curses undone. Eden sags, the gold light dimming to embers. The Requiem's form unravels, her shadowy essence sucked into the cracks of the valley. *"The Maestro... will... *amplify* you..."*

[The Static Requiem] Ang bawat piraso ng aming mundo ay tuluyang gumuho sa ilalim ng bigat ng isang walang hanggang gabi, isang marahas na kawalan kung saan ang lalaking minahal ko ay isa na lamang dambuhalang rebulto ng galit. The final breath he surrendered in the world above had sealed us into this deep sub-network tomb, severing the last fragile thread that anchored his magnificent, ruined mind to the waking world. Dante was no longer a billionaire king playing with tech; he had become a terrifying, monolithic force of unyielding obsidian energy, holding me captive in an infinity of our own making.

“You're a pain in the ass, you know that, right?” “Yes, thank you. That is very sweet of you.” I reply in monotone. He pulls out the dead bartender's phone, and stands to his feet once again. “You do know that this doesn't change anything. Many more will die and there will be nothing you can do about it.” “What do you mean many more will die?” He places his hands on his hips and stands akimbo. “Well, the more you waste time, the more time Sin has to destroy our world, hence our doom and death. But I meant many more will die, because a human sacrifice is required to travel between worlds.”

A world of white silk and silent wolves who had forgotten how to run. "Is this not what you wanted?" Caelum’s voice asked from the void. "Peace without the Price?" The Coronation of the Authentic Noise I looked at the "Perfect North" and I felt a cold, hollow horror. "No," I whispered. "Peace without the price is just Death with a Smile."

The moment I'd accepted that I would trade my own life-force to keep him warm. "Don't die on me yet, Blackwood," I hissed, my throat sandpapered. I forced the mask back on. "The world needs to see you bleed for this." The Quad-Anchor shrieked. The jade, the heart, the bone, the soul—they locked. The violet light from the array erupted. A global resonance wave shot upward, piercing the polar sky like a vengeful aurora. I held the recorder into the light, my voice falling into the digital link like iron.

Everything shatters as this world, his world and the Maiden he ought to meet dies, and all along to the rest of the eleven as he is the left surviving one. “Holder? Tsk! I curse that title!” Fuming his disappointment into a whispering tone as he knew he cannot do anything to change the curse of time and what already happened. All he could do is sulk in the corner as this world is crumbling into nothing, with the current death reaper and destruction of the devil himself, is collecting the depth of this world’s sin. “Big brother!”

He knew he had never had a chance. Miyal crept softly, his radiance dim in the rain. "Ignatius," he whispered. "The world senses your sorrow. You must release it. Or it will turn." Ignatius stood up slowly. The rain hissed more intensely. "Let it. Perhaps the world should suffer for once." And the world did. Thunder cracked across the sky. The earth split in thin, jagged lines that glowed faint red before sealing again. The wind howled through the plains, the flowers bending low as though bowing to his grief.

Excitement churning, he bowed his deformed head in serious commitment and withdrew back into the labyrinth of woodland silence. At last, rising on limbs shaking with a sombsomberent, I also absorbed cold night's zephyr into the core of my being and got ready to watch the end of the world. My teeth snarled together in a rictus smile of extreme pleasure as the words appeared like a demonic declaration. Say, "Let the world burn."

The world tilted, and suddenly I was slung over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice weak. No answer. Figures. My body felt heavy, my thoughts slow. If he wanted to kill me, he would. It didn’t really matter anymore. I would have died on that road anyway. At least this way, maybe someone would bury me. Grandma, be well. We will meet again in another life.