Shrine Unscramble の小説・ストーリー

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"The shrine has been used recently. And not for blessing." Pushing through a final wall of thick ferns, we emerged into a clearing. The sight stole my breath. A wide, swift-moving river cut through the rocks, cascading over a shallow ford. On the far bank, nestled against a cliff face veiled in moss and vines, was the shrine. It wasn't a building, but a circle of standing stones, each taller than Adrien. They were blackened by time and the elements, their surfaces etched with runes so ancient they were almost worn smooth.

"But if she screams, I am taking your head." "She will scream." Malachi crushed the herbs into a dark, thick paste. "True purge will hurts more than the poison ever did." He pressed his palm to Elena's forehead. Her skin was so hot the straw beneath her began to smoke. "Hold her, Reaper. Do not let her break the circle." Sloane lunged forward, pinning Elena's shoulders to the pallet. The moment he touched her, the Shackle on his wrist went insane. The golden numbers began to spin, blurring as they devoured his seconds.

She leaned in once more, craving the taste of him, but he stood up straight, his lips now too high for her to reach. "You should be getting ready for the ceremony, it'll be starting in an hour," He said, making her pout as she peered up at him through her eyelashes. "Don't give me those eyes, doll. We'll have plenty of time for this later tonight," He added with a wink. A light shade of pink dusted across her cheeks. "... I'll go get ready now. See you later." ----- "I officially declare you, Madeline Blade, as the Luna of the Mystic Moon Pack. May your life be filled with blessings and joy, and may you birth a strong, worthy heir for this Pack."

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She stepped forward while those zombies trailed behind her and entered the palace. “The Shrine!” In front of the palace gate was a sign that was engraved with the word “Shrine”. There were people in bright colors stationed every ten meters as they entered the structure and proceeded from the gate. The people guarding the Shrine put their hands in front of their chests and gave the priestess polite bows of their own when they noticed her passing by with those zombies. The priestess went all the way to the depths of the palace. In the end, she and the zombies stopped their tracks at the palace gate. She also placed her hands on her chest and groveled toward the palace before her piously.

Jax swore under his breath. “Second,” Rowan went on, “the shrine description from the river outpost? We’ve seen similar setups in a few places now. Always small. Always half‑finished. Always in spots where people will stumble on them before dawn. They’re not altars yet. They’re…advertisements.” “Recruitment posters,” Talia muttered. “But with worse graphic design.”

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *