World Of Immortals の小説・ストーリー

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

He repeatedly warned me about trusting strangers. He even mentioned someone, there are immortals and hybrids lurking around the world. He taught me how to distinguish one from the other. One is by touching their hands, hybrids’ hands have a thicker and rough skins (even newborn have this trait), immortals have fine, smooth and almost perfect skin, while mortals are a mixture of both and have calluses (in some people). Another thing is their lifestyle. Immortals are freakingly rich people, while hybrids are different.

Only then did they realize that the reason why the fire artificer had turned into such a miserable monster was not that he had been killed by the enemy, but that he had hurt himself. He was really a tough guy. "No one in the Immortal Period was a match for him. He killed countless people and was invincible in the world. All his opponents had already been defeated, killed, or become nourishment for him... The war between the immortals also caused the six paths to collapse and great changes to the world. The world was about to be extinguished because of this. Even people like Wang Yangming and Li Ru, who appeared later, were no match for him...

No mistake. I was just wiping my hands dry when my phone rang. A number I didn’t recognize. I answered anyway. “Hello?” A smooth voice replied, “I know this is Alex Watson. I’m a friend. Someone with power. The kind of power you need.” I frowned. “Who the hell is this?” “We have something in common—you and I. A mutual enemy called Lucian Knight. Work with me, and together, we will destroy him.”

“It must be her. There is no one else.” Even if I am the target of her vengeance. I closed my eyes, remembering the rage in her eyes after I dragged her from Casimir’s quarters, the fire that consumed my wing, her utter indifference to my injuries. She knew. She had pieced together my immortality and traced it back to the witch purge three centuries ago. “By the time she is strong enough to perform the ritual, she won’t just break the curse, she’ll have your blood spilled across the walls of this manor,” Andreus hissed, his eyes blazing. “I will not stand by and watch it happen again!”

“You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long before you die. Tell me, Drogo… you miss being immortal, don’t you?” My jaw ticks. “If you were still immortal, that poison would have no effect on you,” he says. “You’re wrong," I counter. "I don’t miss being immortal. Not with the price that came with it.” My breathing steadies after healing enough. “Those periods of time were replays of what your father did to me. They broke me every day until the goddess sent me mercy.” “I heard you cursed the moon goddess every night. And now you are taking her side?” he asks.

Three witches stepped through cautiously, their staffs already glowing with defensive magic. Last to cross was the immortal. The moment he stepped into the realm, the air itself seemed to recognize him. The ground pulsed. The strange cosmic wind went still. Seraphine noticed. “So it knows you,” she said quietly. The immortal didn’t answer immediately. His ancient eyes scanned the endless horizon. “Yes,” he said finally. “This realm remembers everything.” Seraphine turned slowly. Before them stretched a sight that stole the breath from everyone present. A city. But not a normal city.

Ambrogio’s curses are also passed down upon them, where they would die if they were exposed to sunlight and silver. Ambrogio will not die because of his immortality. His soul was with Hades, so he’s basically an undead immortal as long as his soul is unharmed. He is also the most powerful vampire that could easily destroy a city and change the landscape with just one arrow and could use any ability of the animal he desires. After World War 4, his whereabouts are currently unknown.

"All they have to do is end you all and they'll get the Blood Moon curse back, sharing among them guardians. It definitely sounded like Stygian, and on it went, "All of you in a place, exactly what I wanted. I know the other two are hiding somewhere here, but not for long." "Let the War of Immortals begin!" The voice added and got faded into hysterical evil laughter. Julian palmed stiffer his axe and waited patiently, while Jeremy had dual blades showered with Emma's light. As the immortals chanted war cries in unity and began rushing on, Jeremy muttered under his breath, "Come on. . . Keep coming, almost there," watching them approach a particular point, he pronounced. "Let the fireworks be

Alicia Iminz, Alicia Alexander or Greyshon, the name she'd given herself the day of the final battle of Gatekeepers War. A war that she never wanted to be a part of even though she had visions of it year's before it happened. She was a piece in game of chess that could never be won, the weapon her mother and rest of the goddesses wanted but didn't truly understand or deserve. All she had always wanted was a normal life. It's why only she and her cousin knew what really happened at that final battle. If the Goddesses or Collective knew what she did God only knew what may happen. That piece of evidence would tear down the world she knew in many ways.