HengeholdScrollさんのイラストまとめ

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Roget d’Vyaros felt young again.

He knew he had Infernal Master Zaateroth, the Weaver of Shadows, to thank for this feeling of exultation.

But she did nothing to earn it, he thought. This is all mine.

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The mercenaries on the west flank struggled against the swarming infernal attackers. Already the field was hazy with the smoke of rifles, warjacks, and artillery.

No dawn rose. A swallowing darkness took its place as the infernal masters devoured the light of the sun.

From that shadow came the wailing of a thousand-thousand souls.

The infernals had arrived.

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Vlad awoke to the sound of a raven’s croak.

His sword was in his hand before the rheum cleared his eyes. He pointed its tip at the silhouette perched at the foot of his bed.

“Don’t be afraid, little prince,” its voice creaked.

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Red flashed on both sides of her—a bright line formed across the queen’s throat, expanding rapidly, as a rush of soldiers crushed past Ashlynn and surged toward Kaetlyn as she fell. Ashlynn moved then, barring Irusk with her estoc.

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Aurora climbed the stone steps leading to the heart of Henge Hold. The gate her mother built filled the air with a thin wail and warped the light like a lens.

“Stand down, Mother!” she shouted.

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For weeks, Aurora had been on high alert as her mother sent attackers against her growing ranks. So engineers and priests could continue their desperate work, she patrolled the skies in a constant vigil. But now she was cold and exhausted from so many days spent aloft.

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The Oracle Calandra Truthsayer watched black clouds drift toward her home. The mad hermit had warned them of the coming locusts, of the devastation they would bring. The warning had troubled her then. Now, she was afraid.