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Warhorse Studiosは、Kingdom Come Deliverance 2の側面を明らかにし続けており、今回はプレイヤーが利用できる多様な村の活動に焦点を当てています。主人公のヘンリーは、飲酒、羊飼い、アーチェリー（クロスボウとロングボウの両方)、祈り、狩猟、村人に負傷者の解毒剤を見つけるなどのタスクで村人を支援するなど、さまざまな活動に従事します。
Kingdom Come Deliverance 2は、2025年2月4日にリリースされる予定です。
しかし、ゲームは最近論争に直面しています。ゲーム内で召喚状が発見された後、活動家はプロジェクトをキャンセルするキャンペーンを開始しました。 「アジェンダ主導の」運動家と呼ばれるGrummzのような数字は、この公共の抗議を大幅に増幅しています。
特定のコンテンツと「進歩的な」テーマを含めることに関する噂は、サウジアラビアのKCD 2の禁止のニュースがオンラインで登場した後、牽引力を獲得しました。これにより、ソーシャルメディアユーザーからの批判の波が引き起こされ、ゲームのキャンセルと開発者のボイコットを呼びかけました。
エスカレートする論争に応えて、Warhorse StudiosのPRマネージャーであるTobias Stolz-Zwillingは、開発者を信頼し、実証されていないオンライン請求を無視するよう国民に促しました。
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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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