Oblivion Bound Armor Novels & Stories

The Black Bishop seemed shocked and responded, "You knew about Light Valley, and you have the Light Gloves. The Light Armor has finally appeared. Shouldn't you be happy about that? The Light Armor is from the middle dimension, after all. It's an armor created by the power of the universe's law from the middle dimension. It's almost impervious to all damage from the lower dimension. If you have the Light Armor, that's akin to gaining invincibility. No one can defeat you." Wilbur desired the Light Armor. However, he knew that nothing ever came free in life. The Black Bishop stole his bronze cauldron to talk to him about finding the Light Armor in Wearson Valley, so he was afraid that he would

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

People only come to Wild Oaks by invitation and in order to have the privilege to have a glimpse of the said town, a huge amount of money must be paid to the "ruler" "Hmm..." I pouted as my eyes narrowed at the blurry image of a man wearing black face mask and cap. Paired with an ensemble of white shirt, denim jeans, and black leather jacket, I couldn't help but smirk. "Where do you spend the money you get from the invites when you look like a bank robber in that outfit?" I gasped when I heard a loud screech coming from the window. With my heart banging wildly inside my chest, I jumped out of bed and went to check it.

How respectable and admirable, and how heavy the burden he had carried. He flipped his hand, and the half piece of turtle armor appeared. This was what the great Genbu had left for him. It was equivalent to a shield, which happened to have a compatibility of 99% with his Mystic Armor. So with this half piece of tortoise armor inserted into his Mystic Armor, his defensive power would reach an amazing height. As for Nirvana, it was similar to the Buddhist Holy Lands. It was placed in Alex’s mind palace, and it was a portal.

I was burning out. But the world kept getting darker. Because from the west… they came. I felt it before I saw it. The ground trembled in unnatural rhythm. Not like marching. Not like charging. Like… slithering. Crawling. Breathing death. Then they crested the ridge. And the last piece of hope in me cracked. Aldrian. Clad in armor made of soul-forged obsidian, wielding a blade that bled shadow. His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army.

Shadows erupted from hidden alcoves—masked figures wielding curved blades and chanting in the old tongue. The battle began. Aria rolled to her feet and blocked a blade aimed at her ribs. With practiced force, she shoved the attacker back, then whirled to parry another strike. Leif and the others fought in tight formation, driving back the assailants. But these weren’t ordinary rogues. Their speed was unnatural. Their wounds didn’t bleed. “Wards!” one of the seers cried. “They’re protected by soul-binding magic!” Aria growled and slashed her blade through a glowing rune, disrupting its power. The masked warrior shrieked as the magic collapsed, falling limp.

she roars, casting a shield that blasts ten enemies back into the forest. She turns to me, chest heaving. “This was never about defending an outpost. They wanted you here.” My stomach twists. “Me?” Rhea nods grimly. “They’re after something you haven’t unlocked yet.” A pulse of dark energy blasts through the clearing. One of the Nightowl soldiers throws off his cloak, his eyes glowing pitch black. Boundless. I’m running toward him before I even realize what’s happening. The Boundless-possessed charges straight at Axel and his body reacts too slow, distracted by a fallen pack member.

It wasn't the grey of the machine or the bronze of the beast; it was a deep, pulsing violet-black that carried the weight of a thousand years of "Not Enough" The Shroud began to pull toward Eryx. The silver-grey mist was sucked into his Lament-Steel armor, the collective grief of the goddess finding a physical vessel that wouldn't shatter under the "Too Much" energy. "ERROR," the voice of the High Council shrieked from the Shroud. "UNAUTHORIZED ABSORPTION. THE FUNERAL IS BECOMING A FORGE!".

The Aegis Dome: A classic shield spell that manifests a shimmering translucent barrier around the caster to deflect physical and magical projectiles. The Root Bind: A defensive move that causes the ground beneath an attacker to sprout thick vines, pinning them in place so the caster can retreat safely. The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe.