XboxシリーズxでAvowed Avowedが60fpsをヒットする可能性があります
Obsidian Entertainmentの今後のRPG Avowedは、XboxシリーズXで毎秒60フレームを達成します。ゲームディレクターのキャリーパテルは、これをMinnmaxに確認しましたが、詳細は不足しています。 XboxシリーズのSバージョンは、以前に発表されたように30FPSのキャップのままになりますが、シリーズXバージョンが選択可能なパフォーマンスモードとグラフィックモード（最新のゲームで一般的な機能）を提供するか、60fpsがデフォルトの設定であるかどうかは不明です。
2月13日にプレミアムエディション（$ 89.99）を購入した人のために、標準版（$ 69.99）を購入した人のために公開されたローンチは、2月18日に続きます。最近の業界の傾向であるこのスティッガードリリースは、Ubisoftのような一部の出版社によってすでに放棄されています。
永遠の柱と同じ宇宙の中に設定されたAvowedは、プレーヤーの選択を優先する一人称ファンタジーRPGです。物語は、戦争、謎、陰謀の豊かなタペストリーを通して展開され、プレイヤーが土地を探索する際に同盟やライバルを築くことができます。 IGNの最終的なプレビューは、ゲームの微妙な会話、プレイヤーエージェンシー、そして全体的な楽しみを称賛し、「 Avowedはとても楽しい」と結論付けました。
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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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