Oblivion Strange Door 소설 & 이야기

he said and pointed a gun at him, Jayden scoffed. "Nice try Marcus, you are still the foolish old man I once knew, this is also going to be your end for sending those idiots to my domain, you have no right". he said and suddenly there was an exchange of guns shot flying in the air, Jayden's boys where winning as they keep getting Marcus's boys down. Maya was having her nap when suddenly she woke up from her sleep feeling strange. " Oh my, what's going on? why do I feel strange all of a sudden? hope everything is fine?" she said looking worried.

Luca froze, his smirk vanishing instantly, and the entire network of humanity fell into a dead, breathless silence. The projected image showed Earth—peaceful, alive, beautifully green, and safe under a restored sky. But then, the perspective shifted, pulling back farther than they had ever traveled. It bypassed the edge of creation, bypassed the dark abyss where Nihilus had slept, and focused on an impossible structure floating in the deep nothingness beyond everything. It was a door. A colossal, unfathomable door made of a strange, matte-black material that seemed to absorb the concept of light itself. It was ancient, heavily reinforced, completely sealed, and waiting.

But as the survivors began to cheer, and the Iron Vault soldiers threw their caps into the air, a shadow fell over the beach. It wasn't a parachute. It wasn't a drone. It was a **Door**. A single, free-standing door of polished mahogany, sitting right in the middle of the sand. It looked exactly like the door to my father’s office in the 1998 simulation. And from the other side of the door, I heard the sound of a typewriter. *Click. Click. Ding.* "He's not gone," I breathed, standing up. "Elara, wait," Silas warned, his hand on my shoulder. "That door... it shouldn't be here. The system is dead."

Doreana did not waste time. The moment she ended the call with Bram, she lifted her hand and traced three quick symbols in the air. The cabin dissolved into illusion — wood and stone dissolving into nothing but a clearing of trees. Anyone passing now would see only pine, shadow, and wind. No home. No sorcerer. No danger. She walked to the center rug and flicked her fingers. The woven threads rolled back, revealing the hidden door. She reached down, grabbed the circle pull, and the door groaned open.

I jab my fist into a snarling face, knocking it aside, but a pair of claws drive into my shoulder blades before I can even finish off my target. Christian rips it off me, grinding it into pulpy black ichor, the same as he did the first to reach us. But even he’s not gonna fair so well against the entire swarm. And hey, we don’t got to worry about that little hole in the door no more. No sir. No more Striga are squeezing through that opening, because they got the whole door caving inward. It’s a writhing, black cloud of glowing red eyes, beating wings, and reaching claws--

Olivia said. A soft laugh. Her mother’s laugh. “Real enough.” Olivia steadied her breath. “Why now?” “You broke the cycle,” the voice whispered. “When you freed yourself, you opened the doors beneath the land.” “What doors?” Her mother raised her hand. The ground split open. The mausoleum cracked like a shell, stone breaking outward. A stairway descended into pure blackness, pulsing with faint silver light. Olivia heard her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“Alright talk. You are wasting your time. The more you delay the more I get more feral about your arm.” Damon joined the talk. “I think we should kill him and find another alternative, sinve he is not letting on.” The man without hesitation after Damon's threatening words spoke, his eyes darting between us in pain. "There is—there is a secret doorway! beneath the remains of the temple. It leads directly into the stronghold's bottom floors.” he pointed to the spot. Damon gave me a quick look. “You’re lucky you spoke.” “ So that's our way right?”

I mutter, brushing my fingers along the rough walls. We press forward, winding deeper into the underground. Just as I begin to wonder how much farther we need to go, the space opens up into a small cavern, and at its center stands a massive stone door. “Found it,” Evelyn breathes. I take a slow step forward, examining the engravings across the door’s surface. Ancient symbols and numerical patterns form an intricate puzzle, the locking mechanism unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Evelyn kneels beside a worn inscription. “It’s a number sequence,” she murmurs. “Look.”

Bob answered helplessly. They had attempted various methods but couldn't open the sturdy stone door. "Why not just blast it open?" Taylor suggested. "We've tried explosives but still couldn't open it. The stone door is incredibly solid," Bob replied, taking out his phone and showing several photos to Taylor. Taylor leaned in to carefully examine the photos of the underground stone door. He found there was something mysterious about the door. A huge Cosmic Octagonal Nexus disk was carved on the door, seemingly holding some kind of secret!

The symbols beneath my fingertips began to glow, responding to my touch like a musical instrument being played with mastery. Jericho stands beside me, his eyes filled with awe at the sight before us. He can feel the power resonating from the door, an energy that both enticed and intimidated him. But he had faith in me and our shared destiny. Together, we will unlock the door and uncover the labyrinth's final secret. With a deep breath, I close my eyes and delve into my innermost self, tapping into the wellspring of magic that resides within. I summon the wisdom of the orb, letting its light guide me through the complexities of the door's enchantment.