Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

Oliver raised a hand, demanding silence, and continued, "You must be wondering why we are training you for the ruins. Let me give you the answer: If you enter the ruins unprepared, you will die." Danial felt a cold shiver run down his spine. This wasn't just an adventure; it was a matter of life and death. He had always thought of the ruins as an adventure, an opportunity to gain experience and perhaps discover treasures. But Oliver's words poured a bucket of cold water on those notions, grounding him in the reality of the dangers they faced.

“Particularly when you are on our platoons, Elexa. I’ve missed more than my share of meals when out on a mission.” Training Room 1 is the largest of the four Training Rooms. It was designed to look and imitate both the ruined city they hid themselves in and the forests surrounding it. There are many obstacle courses through it along with an adjoined weight room. Mud, water, oil, and other such things were brought down to help imitate a real life situation as much as possible. Many soldiers have gotten hurt down here as it is the most life-like and dangerous of the Training Rooms.

She held his gaze her eyes pleading, the silence and tension between them almost deafening "One condition" he growled "next time, next incarnation, I want something more than this, I have chased for aeons next time you're mine, enter into an Elysian Oath with me" "But my vows with my sisters, I can't do this" she whispered "don't do this" "Cannot or will not" came his stern voice "I am the only God left who knows how to use that, other than those who'd use your death to enslave existence, besides I'm dead sooner or later, an Elysian Oath ensures my continued existence"

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

Anything to get out of this room and away from his own thoughts. The training grounds were a sprawling open-air arena carved into one of the citadel’s lower plateaus. Magic and technology collided here in ways that made Lirian’s head spin. 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

Hundreds of eyes rise. “I have fought Leo. I have fought Damon. I have walked through Morwein’s illusions and I have risen from the ruin of two wars.” … and two lifetimes, I don't say that out loud… I tighten my grip on the blade. “I am still your Alpha. And I will not let this darkness take a single one of you.” A hush of reverence sweeps the field. I continue: “For the next weeks, you will train under three divisions: Scent Trackers, Spirit Warders, and Shadow Scouts. You will learn to detect magical corruption, to resist illusions, and to fight enemies you cannot see.”

He followed Catherine's lead and went to prepare the materials. Paxton stood in front of the monitor screen and looked at Branden's fawning appearance. He could not help but shake his head. "Well, Mr. Duncan has completely fallen!" said Paxton inwardly. ... The training began with a helicopter dropping them off in the middle of the virgin forest. This time, they were in a war between six teams. The training would last 48 hours, and the team with the most killings would win. Those who performed poorly, as determined by Catherine, would be immediately eliminated, while winners would have a day off and the rest continued training.

$$\Psi_{\text{Feral}} = \Psi_{\text{Original}} \times e^{\text{Blight\_Frequency} \cdot t}$$ "It’s the ultimate justification for total war," Xander growled, his hand tightening on the edge of the table. "They don't have to kill us. They just have to show the world that we cannot be controlled. That our nature is inherently violent." To counter this, LNI had to accelerate the opening of their first "Training Academy" - a secret facility located in a "Deep-Veil" pocket within the Redwood forests of Northern California. The Academy was designed to train the first generation of "Harmonic Peacekeepers" - a mix of human tactical officers and "Awakened" specialists. They were being taught the Luci

“You know training these students is going to be hardwork right? It’s not too late to cancel.” He was actually right, because what makes Barbarian training different from the standard mafia training was that the Standard Obsidian training was tactical and structured but the Barbarian training was older than that, more primal. Less about strategy and more about instinct, endurance and breaking down of whatever you think your limits are, limits don’t hold us back. Obsidian trains the mind first and the body comes second, but we train the body until the mind has no choice but to follow. **** Next Morning

Just like mine, only his felt more, more pure like he was one of the ancients. I stand at the edge of the small town and watch as my team finishes its job. Gianna has already been through and taken the ones that I have deemed worthy of entering into one of Kolby or Devlin’s training programs. Thanks to Vlad’s and my Royal influences and the control devices from Ajax, they haven’t had to use the crude method they used to break me.