Novel & Cerita Crumbling Mine Oblivion

~Sebastian’s POV~ The rogues entered our territory and gunshots clouded the silence of the night. Some men already shifted in there wolf form and so the bloodshed had begun. We were winning and some men were injured but so far none if my men are dead. The number of the rogues though seems to be increasing. I mind link Cris and asked them to join us. My men were getting exhausted. The rogues were not surrendering even though their numbers already decreased into half they continued to attack. It has been more than an hour since it began the land and the rivers were already covered with blood. And I can feel victory is among us.

it spoke. The old woman looked down with her sagging eyes and gave out a wicked smile that made the air around them seem colder than it was before. She held her crooked fingers and laid them on the glowing crystal as her eyeballs start to judder and turn to black, like swirling voids of darkness nestling in her face. A scene was shown before her and only she was able to see it. It was so fascinating for her that it made her smile grew wider, filled with malice. "I see we have another magician in the Pavilion, Olivia."

Olivia The inky blackness of the mine surrounded me, pressing in from all sides. Its weight was palpable, as though I were navigating through a tangible void. Each step felt heavy, laden with both the literal darkness of the cave and the metaphorical weight of my father’s legacy. Up ahead, the narrow beam of my flashlight bobbed unsteadily, providing fleeting glimpses of the mine’s wet, uneven walls and barely illuminating the way forward. The sounds of the mine were a cacophony in the eerie silence: water dripping from stalactites overhead, the distant echo of unseen creatures, and my own labored breathing. A draft occasionally filtered through the tunnels.

Quick footsteps are heard coming my way but breathing becomes harder and I just let go. Everything. A tear escapes my eyes when his scream reaches my fading senses. I am sorry, Vin. Maybe In the next ...

"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.

"Not there yet, but close.” Salvatore wants us to meet at the old Mine at Apalon Town. Kimberly can’t possibly be there, but it can’t be far.” “Check the G****e Map. Quick!” I ordered the tech bro's The screen showed the G****e Map around. “"Wait a minute," the second tech bro said, his brows furrowing. Did you just say the old mine at Apalon Town?” “The mine is shrinking. It was built on swampland. In fact, Apalon Town is about to be swept away because it’s not safe, let alone the mine,” the tech guy exclaimed.

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.