ニュース PS5とPCシングルプレイヤーアクションゲームは魂を失いました:大きなインタビュー

PS5とPCシングルプレイヤーアクションゲームは魂を失いました:大きなインタビュー

著者 : Nathan アップデート : Mar 29,2025

10年近くの開発の後、予定されているゲームのロストソウルは、 5月30日にPlayStation 5とPCで発売される予定です。開発者ヤンビンによるソロパッションプロジェクトとして始まったものは、ソニーの「中国ヒーロープロジェクト」の下で重要なタイトルに変わりました。現在、上海に拠点を置くスタジオUltizero Gamesの創設者兼CEOであるBingは、プロジェクトを謙虚な始まりから主要なリリースとしての現在のステータスに導きました。

リリース日が近づくと、IGNはYang Bingにインタビューする機会があり、立ち上げるための長い旅を掘り下げました。 Lost Soul Adafは、単一の作成者のビジョンから、ソニーのプレイ状態の傑出した機能に進化し、大きな注目を集めています。ゲーム周辺の話題は明白であり、多くのファンがファイナルファンタジースタイルのキャラクターとデビルメイクの泣き声にインスパイアされた戦闘のユニークなブレンドに興奮しています。この興奮は、Yang Bingの最初の公開ビデオが2016年に広範囲にわたる注目を集めたときでさえ明らかでした。

翻訳者の助けを借りて、IGNは失われた魂の初期の始まり、その創造的なインスピレーション、長年にわたって開発チームが直面している無数の課題などを探りました。 Yang Bingの洞察は、このプロジェクトを前進させた献身と忍耐力に光を当て、ゲームコミュニティで非常に期待されているタイトルとなっています。

最新記事

もっと
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