Crumbling Mine Oblivion Novels & Stories

Just to have fun at his expense . "You see? "raised an eyebrow "You're defending because it's just like you, a bitch like your brother Matt ... That was the drop that spilled the glass, after that bio all red. He released the first punch and from one moment to the next he was already hitting him all over his face. The boy who was under his body was not left behind with the blows, but Matt had a great advantage and was that he was born in the slums and that place taught you how to survive at the point of blows.

"The obsidian-vines are the bridge! If you try to muscle the gauntlet, it’ll snap your radius! Breathe with the Spire! Feel the hum in the ground!" One of the miners, a broad-shouldered man with a face scarred by coal-dust, closed his eyes. The obsidian-veins in his neck began to glow with a faint, golden light. Suddenly, the massive mechanical gauntlet on his right arm didn't just move; it blurred. He punched a reinforced concrete pillar, the hydraulic hiss of the suit blending with a wet, organic thrum. The pillar didn't just crack, it disintegrated into powder.

The engine of the SUV ticked as it cooled, the only sound in the vast, empty silence of the northern ridge. Ophelia stood at the edge of the dirt track, her breath hitching in the thin, cold air. Below her, the North Mine looked like a jagged wound in the side of the mountain. It wasn’t the gleaming, high-tech facility of the Blue Core... it was a skeletal ruin of rusted iron and rotting timber, long abandoned by everyone except the shadows.

Liora was bombarded with fragments of final thoughts—a name, a face, a prayer, a curse. Finally, they reached it. The centre. It was a massive, shallow crater, perfectly smooth and filled with fine, black ash. There was nothing there. No marker, no debris. It was the blankest, most empty place Liora had ever seen. It was the visual representation of the Oblivion they fought. But the memory wasn't gone. It was here, pressing in from all sides, so powerful that it had created a void. This is it, Corin whispered, his voice full of awe and terror. The epicentre. The moment of severing. You have to be careful, Scribe. This memory... it could break you.

“We’re close. The key can feel it.” When they reached the ruins, the sight was both awe-inspiring and unnerving. Crumbling stone arches and half-collapsed towers jutted out of the rocky landscape, their surfaces etched with faded carvings. The ground was littered with debris, and the faint sound of wind echoed through the empty corridors, carrying a whisper that made Emma’s skin crawl. “This is the place,” Crane said, consulting the map. “If Haverstone’s notes are accurate, the fracture is at the center of the labyrinth.”

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

They landed on a ledge, a narrow shelf overlooking a scene from a madman’s hell. The chasm was a vertical cathedral of stone, lit by the hellish glow of countless torches and forge-fires far below. Bridges of rope and lashed timber spanned the voids. Hundreds of figures, emaciated and clad in ragged grey, swung picks against the walls, their movements synchronized like a ghastly machine. Among them moved the Wheelsmen, in their dark robes marked with the broken circle, carrying whips and chanting. And at the very heart of the cavern floor, a massive, intricate bore had been sunk—a mining operation of terrifying scale, its supports reinforced with timber and stolen metal. “They’re not just co

Before I could reach down to scramble for my fallen daggers, a sudden BOOM shattered the ceiling of the granite vault. The physical eclipse explosives Tanya’s engineers had ignited in the mining crevices above had finally reached the primary structural fault lines of the lower ring. Millions of tons of ancient granite crags, jagged ice sheets, and heavy mortar buckled inward with a lightning-like screech that shook the bedrock beneath my boots. Massive, two-ton boulders plummeted through the dark, smashing against the white marble floor and obliterating the black arches of the ceiling. "Elena, look out!" Kaelen’s voice screamed aloud, a desperate human shout that cut through the thunder of t

“Oh, this one is something. ‘To the clueless woman CAY who see things in black and white, may these flowers add colours into your night’” “That is romantic and tragic. The sorrows of unrequited love. Maybe I should use it to my wife” the old man chuckled. When he looked at Daniel, he felt chills ran down his spine. He looked like he could murder someone right now. “I’ll prepare for the afternoon meeting” he reminded the boss then left. When Oscar left, Daniel took out a round tin container with five obsidian marbles inside. ‘I’m trying old man. But I cannot keep it together anymore. Stop me if you can’

“I underestimated the Lord's strength but the vampire I bumped into today was less. You could even take him down, Jacob. All Maximilian did was appear and the vampire could not move or speak. Then guess what happened?” “He snapped into two.” Helen and Bosvana chorused. “No.” I said, “I heard a crack and he fell onto the ground.” Jacob sighed, “He snapped into two.” “That's not exactly what happened—” “—Excuse me.” A squeaky voice cut in along with a loud creak from across the room. By the door was a petite woman in a purple dress. She had black short pixie and an adorable face. Kinda like puffy.. “I don't mean to interrupt, however the master asked of you, miss Cyra.”