Who Are You Who Shall Guide The Protagonist の小説・ストーリー

And yet, no one came out to greet us. I dismounted slowly, letting my boots touch the earth, and felt it immediately— an echo beneath the surface, faint but deliberate. Residual magic, carefully layered and expertly concealed. “They didn’t flee,” I said quietly to my second in command. “They were guided.” “By whom?” he asked, confused. I didn’t answer, because the truth was already unfolding… From the far end of the square, a figure stepped forward. Elderly, bent slightly at the spine, hands clasped in front of him as if in prayer. His robes marked him as a local steward. Someone chosen to look harmless.

(primary), Saela (returning frequency), Kehra (disruption as melody), Elora (truth-bound scribe), Maximus (threshold in shadow), Vathil (awake but uncertain), and Nareth (first new arrival) are all portrayed from the perspective of the protagonist. Lila Something was waiting at the edge of the field. not concealed. Not quiet.

Her brows scrunched up as she recalled or rather tried to recall a dream she had when she managed to fall asleep for a brief second. “What do you know about Salutis Temple?” She asked Kali as she got into the bathtub and began scrubbing herself. As she expected, Kali said nothing in response. “Are you ever going to be open with me? you are meant to guide me, answer me, protect me, yet again and again, you remain vague. You leave me and come back as you will, you speak when you want. That is not how things are to be, you are mine as I am yours, we are equals and we are to work together.”

Savage With the demons of darkness and fire expelled from my body, I find myself standing at the entrance of a towering crystal spire, its facets reflecting the colors of the realm. The figure that had guided me through this ordeal earlier reappears, their voice echoing through the air. “Congratulations, grand Luna,” they say. “You have conquered the realms of darkness and fire, and now, you must traverse the labyrinth of time to find the last god who will sever the last threads binding your past to your present. The road ahead will be fraught with trials and obstacles, but I shall guide you from a safe distance.”

That was when a merchant player strode up to the center. "I-I know the rules!" Every other player quickly turned toward him, hoping for details. That was when a rift tore out of thin air, and a cloaked figure emerged, laughing coolly. "Foolish mortals! What do you think this is, your average death game?" I raised a brow—it was a Prophet, a guide of their respective level.

This was something else. “Me?” The man smiled. “I am Ra, the spirit that guides the passageway. You will be the first to get past me since this place was formed. Go ahead, for your intentions are pure even though you might not survive what lies ahead because you are not ready… then again, love is involved. Whenever it is involved, certainties becomes unknown.”

"Elias, Luna, you have made it this far. But your journey has only just begun." Luna and Elias turned towards the source of the voice, their eyes widening in surprise. A figure stood before them, cloaked in shadows, yet emanating a regal aura that sent tingles down their spines. "Who are you?" Luna inquired, her voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. The figure smiled mysteriously, stepping forward to reveal herself. "I am Amelia, the Guardian of the Prophecy. It is my duty to guide you along the path of your destinies and ensure the balance is restored."

Alejandro, scarred by abuse and exile, struggles to accept his birthright. Zenith, shielded by love yet robbed of her past, does not yet know the power that stirs within her veins. And I, guardian of knowledge, servant to forgotten promises, must act. Not with the roar of war, but with the subtle weaving of fate’s threads. I will move in shadows, guiding and watching. My presence must be a whisper, not a storm. For enemies gather.

“Who’s your bodyguard? I only know his name’s Neb Minnakhet. He was with you but he couldn’t protect you?” “No need to be suspicious,” he said with a tired smile. He reached for her hand again, and this time she let him hold onto it. “Like I said, it was my fault.” “He should have been close enough to—” “He’s not a warrior,” he interrupted. “He’s my guide.” “Guide?” “Spiritual guide.”

"By trusting your instincts." Panic flared for a moment, but I forced myself to stay calm. This was a test. I looked around, focusing on the presence surrounding me. I followed the hand. It was a spirit that lingered at the edges of my vision, their forms shifting like smoke. Others glowed faintly, watching. "Elara," she said, a voice with a melody of echoes. "Lunar Alpha." I was tense. "Who are you?" "A guide. If you are willing to listen."