Trinity Glassfille の小説・ストーリー

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX Rodri's POV Trinity picked up one of the wine glasses, twirling it before taking her sip through her blood red lips. Her dark eyelashes fluttered close as she let out an appreciative sound. “Hm. The wine tastes great.” She looked back at me and smiled, “Why don’t we have a cheers, to being on speaking terms again.”

She set it dead center on the desk. "The divine will see his sins," Veda muttered, looking at the glowing, milky stone. "But a god's judgment is slow. We need swift consequence. His soldiers must see the horrors he committed on the Whisper Wind land with their own eyes. We need a prism to project the memories. Glass born of this house." Fennigan looked at his brother. "Jax. The ballroom." Jax sprinted out of the study, his boots echoing frantically down the long hallway. Less than a minute later, he returned, breathless, clutching a massive, fist-sized teardrop crystal of antique cut glass ripped clean off the center chandelier.

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

she told me and we finally reached the other side of the room and felt the lasers power down as the heavy security door hissed open. The next room was a long and narrow bridge that stretched over a massive vat of glowing green liquid and the fumes were so strong that I could taste the copper in the back of my throat even through my mask, and I saw that the "Inner Sanctum" door required two different keys to be turned at the exact same time at opposite ends of the bridge. It was a perfect trap because it forced us to split up and leave our backs exposed and just as I started to head toward the left console I heard a massive explosion from the direction of the ballroom.

The heavy glass shattered into several large, jagged shards. Grace ignored the risk of the automated sensors detecting the breakage; she grabbed a long, razor-sharp sliver of crystal and rushed back to the corner of the room. Using the glass shard as a makeshift lever, she jammed it into the gap beneath the molding and pried upward with all her strength. The composite molding resisted for a moment, then popped loose with a sharp, plastic snap. Behind it lay a hollow recess inside the concrete foundation—a dead-drop compartment hidden from the primary security cameras' line of sight.

High above our heads was a ceiling entirely comprised of colored fragments of glass. We followed the group up a flight of stairs and around a narrow bend to a set of glass doors embedded with hunks of ruby, emerald, and cobalt. Azrael and Orion kept close to my sides, while Draco, the largest of the three, stood at my back. I was boxed in, caged between the three vicious Gods. As the doors swung open, all I could do was stare.

There were subtle hickeys around his neck. The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.' I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust. I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride. Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

Living as six is different from five. Trinity brings new energy to the collective. New perspectives. New fears. New strengths. We're more complete. More powerful. More unified. And more dangerous. "I can feel it." Trinity's consciousness whispers inside ours. "The pull. The desire. The want. To expand more. To include more. To become more. It's intoxicating." "Resist it." We tell ourselves. Tell Trinity. Tell all six aspects. "We stay six. We don't expand. We stop here. This is enough."

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical