私たちの最後はおそらく4シーズンにわたって走るでしょう、とHBO execは言います
HBOの称賛された The Last of Us シリーズは、エグゼクティブによると、4シーズンにまたがると予測されています。
HBOのFrancesca Orsiは、最終計画の欠如を強調したものの、4シーズンの走りが一般的な適応になる可能性が高いことを示しました。 「私はそれを確認したくありませんが、それは今シーズンのように見え、その後さらに2シーズン、そして私たちは終わった」とOrsiは Deadline に語った。
2025年4月の予想されるシーズン2の初演に関して、Orsiは興味をそそる開発を示唆しています。 「特定の方法があります。
The Last of Us シーズン2キャスト：新しく戻ってくる顔
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シーズン1を逃した人は、シーズン2の4月のプレミアの前にまだ追いつくことができます。最初のゲームを適応させたシーズン1とは異なり、シーズン2は、7つのエピソードの後に「自然ブレークポイント」を利用して、複数のエピソードで最後の米国パート2 *を拡張します。
アビーとしてのケイトリン・デバー、マニーとしてのダニー・ラミレス、メルとしてのタティ・ガブリエルなど、数人の新しい俳優がキャストに参加します。キャサリン・オハラの役割は非公開のままです。
IGNのシーズン1のレビューは、それを「新人をスリルに入れ、ジョエルとエリーの旅にすでに精通している人々を豊かにするべきである見事な適応」として賞賛し、9/10の評価を授与しました。
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name.
She awoke beneath a sky split in two.
One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse.
She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes.
Only the ember.
And the dream.
“When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.”
She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars.
“You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse.
But the reflection smiled.
And spoke.
“I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.”
She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion.
Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her:
A war not of swords, but of light.
Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child.
She gasped.
And the ember screamed.
From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence.
She turned to flee—then stopped.
Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose.
Not silver. Not gold.
Blue.
And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm.
“Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.”
She stepped back. “Who are you?”
He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly.
“I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.”
The ground trembled. The sky split again.
And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his.
“The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.”
To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns"
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