Novel & Cerita Oblivion Swords

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

In fact, he opened his mouth to say something when she told him, “Now, go wash up. Dinner is almost ready. We will eat as soon as your father returns.” He nodded, deciding he would wait and share the finding of the blade with both of his parents at once, after they had dinner. He moved to the side room where the wash basin stood, setting the sword against the wall, and grimacing slightly at the soil that crumbled from it to the floor. Well, he could clean it up later. The cold water was bracing as he splashed his face and scrubbed his hands. As he toweled himself dry he gave the sword a closer look in the improved light. It was still covered in muddy soil, for the most part, but where some o

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

The sword emitted a faint hum the moment it appeared, constantly quivering. It was Oliver’s treasured sword—Voidbreaker, named with the intent to shatter even space itself. After infusing vigorous true vitality into the body of the sword, the sword gleamed brightly, so radiant that one could not look straight at it. It even outshone the sun in the sky. The next moment, the sword energy rose in the air with immense momentum, cutting through the sky. Boom! Oliver’s sword struck the array. However, his expression grew even more unpleasant. Although his sword was full of dominance, it only created a few ripples when it hit the protective barrier of the array.

Upon seeing Amara interested in this celestial sword, the apprentice hurriedly explained, "Amara, you have keen eyes. This is the best treasure in the entire Muted Pavillion, known as the Scarlet Dracoblade. "Formerly, Elder Elias killed two demonic dragons, one red and one black, by the Inky River. He used their tendons and bones to craft this sword, sealing their souls within to create the Scarlet Dracoblade and Black Dracoblade. Why is only the Scarlet Dracoblade here, and not the Black Dracoblade?" Amara asked. The apprentice answered, "Rubern took the Black Dracoblade." "Rubern?" "Yes, Rubern."

"Your leg technique is good, but you need to hone your weapon skills. When the time comes to face a real enemy, you can't always rely on bare hands. "This sword is called Obsidian Dragon. It weighs 18 pounds but is incredibly sharp, and it's able to slice through iron like mud. If you want to master your swordsmanship, you'll need to enhance your inner force. Naturally, I'll teach you all about inner force cultivation." As the heavy sword landed in Alistair's hands, he could hardly believe his luck. He had certainly heard of the Obsidian Dragon sword before. It was forged by the legendary blacksmith, Hellbreaker. Many had tried to purchase it for a hefty sum but had ultimately failed.

But before he could process the weight of her warning, a sharp intake of breath from Myrra shattered the silence. Her golden eyes were fixed on something behind him. Elior turned and his blood ran cold. There, embedded in the earth, was Velibron. It was unmistakable. The obsidian-black blade, streaked with veins of silver light, hummed with power. The very same weapon he had wielded against the Veil. The very same weapon that should not exist anymore. Rael took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening on the hilt of his own sword. “That’s not possible,” he muttered.