Illusion Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

I can't," Like a razor, Elara's voice sliced through the illusion. The Rift accomplishes this. It displays your top priorities. Don't allow it to rule you. The villagers started to huddle closer, their faces contorting into something hideous, their smiles expanding strangely. The laughter became a dissonant and irritating cacophony. Zara pulled out her blade and shook herself free of the influence. She yelled, "Enough!" as the blade sliced through the closest person. The village vanished into mist as the illusion broke. The earth gave way beneath them, exposing the actual terrain—a desolate, dead plain strewn with bones.

"You're first." She didn't protest. She only nodded and stepped forward onto the designated combat zone. The other students moved back to give her space. Damian motioned to one of the trainers, who activated the illusion-a holographic opponent, designed to match the trainee's level, capable of moving, attacking, and defending realistically. The room fell silent as the figure before Skylar materialized. A massive, armored warrior stood there, wielding a blade that shimmered like a dark shadow in the air. It wasn't real-but it was dangerous enough to be taken seriously.

My knees and body slammed into the dirt before my head connected with another exposed root. Pain exploded through my skull. I sat up quickly, but the world immediately began spinning like I was on some carnival ride. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop. It didn't. I opened them just in time to see two blurry, dark bodies moving closer. They were growling. Mocking me. Like crazed hyenas. But these weren't hyenas. They were something far more dangerous. Far more vicious. These weren't creatures you'd find in a zoo, separated from you by thick glass and reinforced enclosures.

Andrius’ vision went black. Everything before him seemed to be turned upside down, completely different from before. He understood that this must be Roland’s other ultimate technique that Clarissa mentioned—Obfuscation. This technique could blind a person’s senses for some time, achieving the effect of deceiving others. “Let’s go.” After completing all this, Roland finally gave the order to set off. Then, the group headed toward the place where Luna was detained. Along the way, everything that Andrius saw and heard was just an illusion completely different from reality.

No, it wasn’t him. Though he shared a silhouette with Cameron, his eyes were different. This person was much more ruthless and sinister. “Who are you?” I asked shakily. “I’m Cameron’s brother, Stuart.” The man pulled down his mask, revealing a face with a striking resemblance to Cameron’s. Only, he had horrifying jagged scars across his face. His malice level was 5,000. “My brother has gone missing.” Stuart took out a blade and fiddled with it between his fingers.

Yet, the thought of the relic and what it could mean for Silverwood Falls kept us moving forward. We encountered the first trial: a cavern filled with shifting illusions. Each illusion preyed on our fears and doubts, testing our mental fortitude. I saw visions of Silverwood Falls in ruins, my friends and loved ones lost. But I pushed through, remembering the strength we had found in unity and the power of our bond. Next came a physical trial: a treacherous path over a chasm, where one misstep could mean certain death. Elijah and I worked together, using our combined strength and agility to navigate the perilous route. Each leap and foothold required precision and trust.

"We have come this far together. No illusion can break our bond." The figure's eyes gleamed with an eerie light as it waved a hand, conjuring a thick mist that surrounded them. The mist swirled, taking shape to form vivid scenes from their pasts. Shadows danced and whispered, taunting them with their deepest regrets and insecurities. Luna felt her heart constrict as she was confronted with an illusion of her late parents, their voices filled with disappointment in her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought against the illusion, reminding herself that it was not real.

Liora hissed, “Ignore her.” Varian lifted his rifle. “No. Let her talk. The more she monologues, the more she reveals.” Edda chuckled. “Still playing soldier, Varian? I expected more after the little hallucination I gifted you.” His jaw tightened. Liora’s hand brushed his—barely a touch, but grounding. Ines set her boots, fingers flying. “I’m threading partitions—she’s wrapped her root logic in recursive illusions. Every time I cut one loop, she spawns another.”

It was strategy and combat training in one. I looked down at my phone: red dots blinking on the area of the map that was still undefined because I made it. Discussing this with Killian made it clear—there is no map of the inside of the recruitment department to begin with. I created a vague outline depending on Jina’s observation and Eva’s input; the rest was now being sensed by the detector Jina helped me set. “Do whatever you think will get you in there. You won’t see me, they won’t see me, but I am always somewhere near you,” Killian said.

it sounds empty, those breathy voices that made anyone palpitate. “Who are you?” Esme’s voice was shaky and unclear, the kid remained silent for a moment and the scaredy cat shrieked in horror when Keegan playfully wrapped her arms around the poor kid. It was a horrid night, a trauma for everyone. Larkin and his men figured out that the kid, Colson, was suffering an illusion. She was quite active at nighttime, and her emotions were altered. The heads discovered that she was infatuated to see blood and that awful desire pushed her to steal somebody’s life. Her condition became a threat, and the other teams wanted her dead. However, Larkin wants to keep the child; he believes that he can still