ウィッチャー4の作成者は、ドーンウォーカーの血の著者を支持しています。 CDPRは反乱軍のオオカミと競合しません
元CD Projekt Red（CDPR)スタッフが開発した新しいゲームであるDawnwalkerのBloodは、Witcher 4との比較を引き起こし、ゲーマーから大きな注意を引きました。文体的な類似点と全体的な雰囲気は、どのゲームが最終的により成功するかについての推測に拍車をかけています。
ただし、両チームの開発者と元同僚は、不適切な比較を却下しました。 Xユーザーは、「ドーンウォーカーはウィッチャー4のように驚くほどに見えます。両方の作品が一緒に存在する可能性があります。1つのゲームは他のゲームが死んでいることを意味しません。競争ではありません。敬意を表しましょう。」
ウィッチャー3とサイバーパンク2077に貢献したベテランであるパトリックK.ミルズは、この感情を強化し、チーム間の共同精神を強調しました。 、私たちは一緒に遊び、私たちのグループチャットは各チームを賞賛しています。共通の起源と共通の値。」
ウィッチャー4のナラティブディレクターであるフィリップウェーバーは、両方のゲームの予告編の同様の視覚要素に注目して、共有された創造的な影響をさらに強調しました。早い段階でアイデアを販売するためのTVシリーズの真夜中のミサへの言及。 2つのゲームの作成者の多くは友人であり、私たちは友達が成功するのを見るのが大好きです！」
ドーンウォーカーの血の背後にあるスタジオであるRebel Wolvesは、挑戦的な目標を設定しました。確立された巨人に匹敵する新しいフランチャイズを確立することです。予告編に対する最初の反応は、ドーンウォーカーの血が、CDPRの絶賛された作品に匹敵する本当に注目すべきタイトルになる可能性を持っていることを示唆しています。
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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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