Illusion Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

Elira’s training instantly overrode her heartbreak. Her body stilled, not with tremors of fear, but with the lethal calm of a duelist assessing her opponent. She closed her eyes, extending her senses as her old combat master had taught her, but now supercharged by the moon and the bond. She felt them—three heartbeats, positioned with tactical precision. The scent of steel and the faint, betraying floral perfume confirmed it: Ilyana’s spies had come to witness the monster.

The devil's breath washed over him, sulfurous and cloying, as the world narrowed to that choking hold, the illusion's edges fraying into oblivion. In the hideout, Elian's body convulsed, a mirror to the assault. His hands flew to his throat, nails scraping futilely at empty air, legs kicking weakly as if drowning. Tears streaked his face, mirroring the illusion's despair. Kael's heart seized, panic sharpening into lethal clarity. The devil's influence was bleeding through, strangling Elian from beyond the veil. No more half-measures.

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.

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.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

"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.