ニュース Elder Scrolls:6月までにリリースのためにOblivion Remakeセット

Elder Scrolls:6月までにリリースのためにOblivion Remakeセット

著者 : Hannah アップデート : Apr 13,2025

Elder Scrolls:6月までにリリースのためにOblivion Remakeセット

Elder Scrolls IV:Oblivionは、Skyrimのマーケティングの高さに到達していませんが、シリーズで大切で成功したタイトルのままです。しかし、時間が経つにつれて、ゲームはその年齢を示しており、ファンはリメイクの噂を熱心に予想しています。潜在的な忘却のリメイクのささやきがラウンドを作り始めたとき、興奮は明白でした。

最近の開発は、待機がすぐに終わる可能性があることを示唆しています。 Insider Natethehateは、最初にゲームを数週間以内に起動できると報告しました。これに続いて、Video Games Chronicle(VGC)の情報源からの裏付けが行われ、投機に信頼性が追加されました。 Natethehateによると、このゲームは6月以前にリリースされる予定ですが、一部のVGCソースは、おそらく4月にさらに早期に発売されることを示唆しています。

複数のインサイダーは、主要なAAAプロジェクトと新しいプラットフォームへのゲームを移植することで有名なスタジオである名手が、このリメイクの開発の背後にあることを示しています。このゲームは、Unreal Engine 5のパワーを活用することが期待されており、視覚的に見事なグラフィックスを約束しています。ただし、潜在的なプレーヤーは、システムの高い要件が課題になる可能性があることに注意する必要があります。コミュニティが息を止めていると、公式発表のためにすべての目が地平線上にあります。

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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" 読む