Sora From Inquisitormaster 소설 & 이야기

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

"You’re not absorbing the field. You’re feeding it back." Sora didn't walk; he surged. Every step left a blackened footprint on the sterile floor. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the metal console, his fingers melting through the alloy as if it were wax. The high-frequency hum emitting from his body reached a pitch that made Aidan’s ears bleed. "You wanted a weapon, Aidan," Sora said. His voice was no longer a single tone, but a layered, mechanical growl. "But you forgot that weapons don't have masters. They only have targets."

I asked timidly as he paused stirring the meal. I felt so unsettled as he remained silent, the coldness of his eyes returning as he mumbled something softly before he blinked, closed his eyes and faced me. "I'm perfectly normal Elias. There's nothing wrong with me, I just needed a little break." Sora said with his eyes meeting mine. The evidence was clear he was lying. When Sora was excited about something, his voice was always high, if not high, it was ten seconds faster than his usual tone while he would stare or look elsewhere but me as he went on and on about irrelevant things.

> Telling your name to a sorceress is like asking to be cursed I looked at her a grin on my face while using my Evil Eyes on her, I could feel the presence of Solaria on her stronger than what I feel from the crown prince… yet that influence is not rooted and fixed like Lukretus’s… more like it was temporary or borrowed… saint hein? What an odd creature

If he only can remember, he will see that he is loved and that we wish nothing but for him to return to his old self. But now the biggest question, do I tell I want to take him to a sorcerer. See, I have dangled enough in the weak power of a witch; if I wish to get the results that I desire, I need to take him to the most powerful sorcerer that I can find. And unfortunately, this one does find herself in the deep dark caves that are found in the lush forests. Why does she live in such an odd place, I hear you ask; well, her power is made absolute by the water that trickles from above the ground into her mystical cave. It does somewhat sound like a fairytale; well, in the supernatural world,

All that mattered was the void where Sara should be. The next morning, Klaus arrived with a look of grim triumph. He didn't wait for a formal greeting. "It’s the Twilight Zone Pack," he stated, throwing a leather-bound ledger onto the table. "I’ve interviewed five independent alchemists. I went to Mari's clinic last night to get the exact smell. The specific blend of silver-root and charcoal used to mask the scent in that clinic is a trademark of their lead tracker, a man named Kaelen. It’s their signature. Nobody else uses that exact ratio. At least, that's what three of the five Alchemist I interviewed said."

Asking a voice in my head wasn’t even the answer. And there it was. A spear. Not metal. Not wood. A formation of Lisa herself, dark magic solidified into a weapon. The veins of it pulsed red, alive, beating with a faint rhythm like a heart. The moment my fingers touched it… The world snapped. A violent pull yanked at my mind. Voices flooded me, Lisa’s voice, cold, furious, terrified. Images pressed into me like claws. I staggered, screaming silently as something cracked open inside my skull. And suddenly, the voice and I were one…

"I was lucky not to get several dragon traits after I transcended. I do not need to steal in order to maintain the sense of superiority that the male dragons live for." I finger the piece at my throat. "It's gorgeous." "I stole it," I say unable to help the pride in my voice. Acasia spews her tea and places her hand at her throat. "Please tell me it wasn't from Sarn or Tahr." "No. It came from another realm, the coffers of a Sir Orland Locksy to be exact." My grin widens when I say his name. "I've heard of him. Laryn truly took you to steal your own treasure?"

“Your Luna is a smart woman. I'm afraid I have underestimated her in so many ways and so many instances.” “Annora is a strong, smart woman. Her wolf may not be as strong as it should be but she has so many potentials in her. Knowing from looking or even hearing is one of them. You don't want to know, Lord Kairel. But that's not all.” “What happened next?” “Then she looked at me—” Sora explained. “She looked at me and told me I could do a good job of getting closer to you while finding out about the truth behind your coming back.”

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."