Tower Of Babel Book の小説・ストーリー

“It's settled then, let's begin.” **** Vanessa, Xander, Kaida, the council members, and I all gathered around the stone table as I finally reached out, held the bomb then placed it on one of the stone tables. The moment my finger touched the book, the glow intensified and I felt a wave of energy surge through me. A calm breeze blew in the chamber, flipping the book open on its own. The pages fluttered rapidly before it settled on one particular one. The words were written in a language that I didn't understand. Strange symbols filled the page and were moving like they were alive.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

The ripple deepens. Darkens. The world pulls. Not into Nyra’s past. Into something else. Cold air slams into my lungs like I have stepped outside without warning. Stone rises around me. Tall. Cracked. Ancient in a way that feels older than memory itself. A tower. Broken windows gape like empty eye sockets staring into a bruised sky. Shelves crowd the walls, stacked so high they seem ready to topple beneath their own weight, books layered in crooked towers that stretch across the floor like fallen soldiers.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

More, and more. End of Book 1

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

“It could be a few months, a few years, or a few days,” Jim said in response. “Boss, before Apophis truly becomes a God, we must assemble the five magic books to help you become a God.” Tyr took a deep breath and asked, “Where is the fifth book?” Jim continued to deduce and analyze with the Nostro Compass. In the end, he concluded, “The fifth book is the Torment Manuscript, but our nation is currently experiencing peace rather than turmoil.”

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Many of these towers were powered by her aura and still stood. There wasn’t a witch who hadn’t seen or read all about her. With a nod from Valerie, Berilla infused her aura in the book. The Book as if it had a life of its own floated up in the air. A memory played like a screen in front of them. Several gasps followed. The witch, standing tall among a demon and several beasts, was an awe-worthy sight. A witch all of them recognized, as her portrait was the first thing they learned of. “When the both worlds are on the verge of collapse, I, hereby, bind an oath. The heirs of our powers will come together and bear the yield of the calamity to keep the balance every time a calamity arises that

Although they were a lot of books with the same name, guessing by the last detail, this must be the book she was talking about. "Yes," answered Bella and confiscated Bethany's phone. "The book was written by a demon. When he descended on Earth, he created a cult group where they worshiped Lilith. The mother of demons and vampires. But over time, the book got lost, and no one has found it to this day. This was the brief description they found on G****e, along with the picture of the book. When they checked the link, they found it to be broken. "Bella, what does it mean?" Bethany asked and looked at Bella questioningly. Because it was mentioned that the book was lost for decades. How did Bella