Novel & Cerita Oblivion Gods

I asked Gabriel as we lifted into the air and soared towards The Clearing. The Clearing is what we call The Garden of Eden. Only Divinity can access it. Though, mortals from other god sects have wandered in by accident. It has a security system that detects mortals and brings them back to where they entered and seals itself off to them from then on. It’s kind of like a living version of AI. “Gabriel, Emerial, Lucifer.” God said as we landed in The Clearing. “Elijah.” Lucifer said back. “Back to that again, Luci?” God asked.

After all, even he could not understand how my mind worked. But fortunately, I did not disappoint him this time as I shook my head at them. "You aren't truly sorry. You're just scared of Theodore's retribution. You're only worried about yourselves. My obliviousness is just a way to protect myself. But now that I know you wanted to hurt me, I won't let this be." Only then did I understand why I had become so oblivious. Back at the orphanage, many adults had said we were children who had been abandoned. There had been plenty of bullying among the children too.

The forest beneath my feet trembled faintly. Not in fear. In recognition. “It has awakened fully,” I said. Kael looked at me. “Why now,” he asked. The answer formed slowly. “When power shifts,” I said quietly, “old things stir.” The Golden Covenant had reshaped the balance of our land. Energy had surged outward. It had traveled beyond our borders. And something that slept had felt it. Lyra stepped back from the stone. “Can it be reasoned with.” I shook my head. “It does not lead,” I said. “It claims.”

Olga was an old woman who had become the pack's herbalist, it was essential to have one in a pack because, the herbs are used in the ritual to crown an Alpha which in turn the goddess turns the Alpha fur silver. Atarah dropped her basket beside Erza's basket, Olga came close to them and grabbed Atarah by the ear. "You have been avoiding me, little one. You used to come here all the time, when you were a kid, you were so interested in plants." She said with her old weary voice. "I have started school recently, so I don't have much time." Atarah lied as she pulled away from her. "Hmmmmm......You are still not a very good liar, are you?" Olga said and Erza giggled cutely.

"It's alright if you don't remember…… But, if it's really like what you said… then maybe there are other dark matters out there." "Don't worry." Night Fury murmured. "Even if they get their hands on dark matter… they still can't create a single thing with it." "I see… because no one knew the method to create it?" "Correct." Night Fury replied confidently. "Not even the twelve apostles, celestial gods, immortals and the long-living knew." "…You sure are mysterious." "Erm…… Thank you…?" "Anyways, you…… were originally a sword?" I asked.

Things started to change for better, Chaos stopped, He stood still, Darkness had no other choice but to retreat, Chaos stood alone in the middle of things, That slowly started to take their places, With their union, The cosmos was created, Chaos changed to order, Order in its grandness and emptiness, Decided that it need a form, So, it made an avatar. That avatar was Alun, The first known God, But not the all-father. Darkness decided that it’s also time for an avatar, That avatar was later called Iltion. The two avatars continued to fight in the emptiness. From their fight the first Gods were born, Strong and beautiful,

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

the voices intoned, “then let it prove its worth. Face the Judgment of Origin.” The floor beneath Soren’s feet split open—revealing an endless abyss filled with swirling constellations. From its depths, something ancient began to rise. It wasn’t a being. It was the first god—the one that existed before creation, before the Council, before even Travian. Travian’s voice faltered. “Soren… that’s not a trial. That’s oblivion.” Soren’s lips curled. “Then let oblivion learn how love fights back.” He opened his palm. His heart—Travian’s heart—blazed like a newborn star.

There were the remains of dead Rogue Immortals! Rogue Immortals were Cultivators who had passed the Nascent Soul, Nirvana, Apotheosis and Grand Completion Realms. After the Great Completion Realm, they must survive the Ordeal. If they succeeded, they would turn into real Immortals and soar to Heaven's Realm above. They would be released from the cycles of life and death. They could continue cultivating and become Immortal Lords and God Kings.