Romans & histoires Golden Saints Oblivion

Xatia said happily, “You’ve gained a great blessing, Master. It’s a real eye-opener.” Rebella said emotionally, “The Ultimate Golden Body! It’s basically a ticket to the Daeclon Rank.” At that moment, James held up the silver pagoda in his hand. With a thought, three black and white flashes of light shot toward the southern end of the battlefield. The black and white light immediately wrapped the three soulless powerhouses sealed by the violet-gold evil spirits. The three soulless powerhouses belonged to Franciscus, Thea and Yegor.

At the Hollow Sovereign. At Kael. Then finally— At Lyra. Something ancient stirred behind his mismatched eyes. Recognition. Interest. And something far more dangerous. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "After all this time..." His voice was soft. Beautiful. Wrong. The shadows throughout the sanctuary bent toward him. The silver flames dimmed. Even the Heart seemed to hesitate. The Sovereign of Oblivion had awakened. And he looked delighted to see them.

The white light of the vault began to violently shift, turning a warm, blindingly brilliant dark-gold. Outside on the hull, the remaining Gilded Arbiters suddenly froze. Their glowing eyes flickered, and then they collapsed into lifeless piles of gold bars. The currency that animated them had just been rendered obsolete. Arthur Sterling, pulling himself out of the wrecked data racks, stared in absolute horror as the golden light washed over him. His tailored suit began to fray, and the metallic sheen faded from his skin. He was being stripped of his cosmic authority, reduced back to a mortal man.

the Crimson Flame Lord snapped in his sharp, grating voice. He continued, "This place can't be fake. I refuse to believe that. And honestly, it doesn't even matter. Even if nothing activates, this gold alone made the trip worth it. I'll just kill the rest of them, take the Greene family's Saintess, and eventually, I'll pry the secret of her immortality right out of her." Shiloh's gaze went ice-cold, but she held her tongue for now. Suddenly, the piles of gold and silver around the room began to flicker. Every last coin, every bar, every glittering heap started radiating light all at once, flooding the chamber in a blinding blaze.

The Sacred Stone's golden light hadn't yet faded from the dome. Fine golden dust hung suspended in the air. It slipped into every lung with each breath. The Omegas still kneeling across the arena floor didn't dare lift their heads. The old laundress kept her forehead pressed to the stone, her shoulders trembling. Silas knelt before the altar, his silver robes pooled in the blood and filth, a thin layer of frost spreading across the stone beneath his knees. I stood at the altar's center. My right hand was still clenched into a fist, the fading warmth of that golden mark seeping from my palm.

His massive shadow stretched out across the ramparts, merging seamlessly with the violet aura bleeding from my bracer. "They brought everything, Elara," Silas murmured, his voice dropping to a low, lethal frequency that made the stones beneath our feet hum. I straightened my spine, the heavy obsidian collar around my neck catching the pale winter sun as the dark violet veins on my hands began to glow with terrifying brilliance. I looked out over the sea of silver armor, my voice carrying that deep, metallic resonance of the Eclipse that echoed all the way down the valley. "They brought everything," I whispered, a cold smile touching my lips as the violet mist at the gates began to violently

Alex’s jaw dropped. It was simply a great surprise. The golden eagle actually possessed such a treasure, one that it never knew about. Even its master, an expert from the Galaxy Nova, did not know about the Yellow Obsidian Crystal either. If he did, he would have used it and wouldn’t have possibly kept it until now. Its external appearance was just too ordinary. It was the kind of object that no one would notice if it were thrown by the roadside, utterly perfect concealment of a holy object.

"Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess." I groaned. "I swear it upon the Moon Goddess that I won't leave this spot. Satisfied now?" He stared at me for long moments, his beautiful blue eyes locked into mine, and then he nodded with satisfaction. "Alright. Wait here." I waited until he was safely in the forest, then turned the opposite way he'd gone. I broke my promise and left the spot I was crouching, then slowly began to circle the perimeter of the forest, towards where the murderers stood on the edge of the garden.

John shouted, dropping to his knees beside her. I screamed and rushed forward. Mia cried out. Chaos erupted as security swarmed the area. The unknown sniper had struck during the most vulnerable moment of all. Sarah looked up at us with fading eyes. “Find them,” she whispered. “Before they take everything.” Then her eyes closed. The ghost mother had returned only to be silenced once more. And the final secret she carried died with her. Or so it seemed.