Light Armor Trainer Oblivion Novels & Stories

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

"But they are coming for a world that is no longer prey. You are the Shield! You are the Architect! Stand your ground!" On the ground, the war began before the first star could blink. Nevan stood at the head of the "Iron Vanguard"—a legion of human soldiers I had spent three years training in the shadows. They didn't have high-tech exoskeletons. They had armor forged from the scrap of the old world, etched with Leo’s silver-wire runes. They carried blades that hummed with the "Quiet." The sky above Moscow tore open.

Igor replied, and then Sin and Trixie appeared. "You both finally decided to come out of your cocoon." Igor said. "Aren't we a team for tomorrow's mission? Since it's now Smirnov against Orlovs." Sin replied casually, and Igor smiled. "Nah. It's Madden against Orlovs. Maya is too weak to fight anyways." he said. "Maya is not weak," Andrei chirped, and Igor faced him. "You said?" He glared. "Nothing." Andrei muttered, and Igor scoffed.

“Our training starts tomorrow.” The first light of dawn filters through the dense canopy as we make our way towards the eastern training grounds. I lead the way, my steps purposeful, guided by the faint glow of the moonlight. In my sturdy leather jacket, hiding a short sleeve white shirt and khaki pants, I am dressed for an intense train g. Behind me, Lucas follows, his demeanor reflecting that of uncertainty and anticipation. His worn-out hoodie and faded jeans stand in contrast to my own attire, but his determination is ever so present.

Different clans trained in designated fields: Nocthrim shadow-stalkers vanished and reappeared in bursts of darkness, practicing silent kills; Vyrkath warriors dove into a gigantic, glowing pool that seemed bottomless, cutting through the water with unnatural speed, tails and gills manifesting mid-dive; Kragvorn titans scaled vertical obstacle walls, adhesive pads on their palms and feet letting them cling to sheer crystal like insects, leaping impossible distances between platforms. In the central ring, holographic beasts roared and lunged, simulated predators drawn from Zephyria’s wilder regions. Some trainees fought in pairs, weapons materializing from Aether fields: spears of light, blad

His face was emotionless, except for a flicker of a storm in his eyes. Gary then offered me a training blade, which I accepted eagerly. Its weight was familiar, but my muscles already protested—this blade was heavier than those we used in real fights. This training blade had been made by Alpha Lucien, who said it would help the warriors train their muscles and agility. Gary raised his blade in a defensive stance. "I'll try not to make a fool of myself in front of you." I smirked. "Don't hold back. I'll know if you do."

But something in between—something learning itself. The muscles carried memory where my mind did not. Strength coiled beneath my skin, quiet and waiting. I wore dark leather training clothes, fitted and light. A short sword rested easily at my hip, a dagger strapped to my thigh. Nothing heavy. Nothing ceremonial. Just enough to test what I could do. Lucian stood across from me. Black tunic. Sleeves rolled. Hair tied back. The sharp line of his jaw caught the light—and that faint scar I had traced the night before.

Octavia Pov Right now I stand in the training ground looking at what is in front of me. “Are you guys serious?” I asked, looking at them Helena, Lillian and Jared were there too. “Yes Octavia, now let me explain it to you. You start by carrying these very heavy tires to that end. The tyres have heavy stones inside so it will be more heavy, you need to build up your strength. Then you move onto the next one. You see that rope that is connected to the other big tire. You have to drag it with all your strength, and move it out of your way. The next and final one is that punching bag. It is sand and stones that are inside. We will all throw it at you, you have to avoid it or push it with all you

Tristan screamed. The white light consumed him. He became a beacon on the front of the train. He didn't just drain the field. He reached out with a tendril of pure negation and touched the gate’s power core from a hundred yards away. OBLIVION. The force field didn't just turn off. The generator exploded. The feedback loop shattered the physical plasteel gate, turning it into a cloud of shrapnel. The Last Rites plowed through the debris cloud. Shards of plastic and metal pinged off the boiler. Tristan and Saoirse ducked low, shielding their heads.