Ubw Chant の小説・ストーリー

AURORA I watch as Aaliyah finishes setting up whatever it is that she needs to. Once she has set up, I then listen as she starts her chant, By the power of the moon, Let the power dim within this Collar and Chain, Drain the protecting Magic, So the hold they have may be broken. North, South, East, West, Aid me now in this Quest, A curse made with Blood, Must be Cleansed, By the Sun and the Moon.

“Come on, let’s go...” All the guests were enthusiastic and excited as they cheered and shouted. “Wolf King, for the sake of the country and the people, please reclaim command over the Lycantroops. Grasp the whip of the heavens, cleanse the realm, subdue the enemy, and restore order once again!” The chants of the imperial guards repeated over and over. Their voices resounded through the heavens repeatedly. “Wolf King, for the sake of the country and the people, please reclaim command over the Lycantroops. Grasp the whip of the heavens, cleanse the realm, subdue the enemy, and restore order once again!”

Instead, they raised their arms in unison, their fingers weaving complex, geometric patterns through the air as a low, rhythmic chanting began to rise above the sound of the wind. The language was ancient, older than the 1784 treaties, a guttural, vibrating spellcraft that struck the ground with the force of an earthquake. “Goirimid ar an gcloch. Goirimid ar an aois. Cas an fhuil go dtí an gual.” The effect was instantaneous and deeply horrifying.