Oblivion The Great Divide Novels & Stories

Put up the Libras and you have an army of mercenaries at your beck and call. Their headquarters was underground, in fact, they hollowed out entire mountains to make their secret base; the base was in the Great Divide Mountain range. They called the mountain that because along with the black plains it acts as a buffer or divider that separated intelligent life-forms and civilizations from the wild and untamed wilderness.

Nemiah cried harder. Vivar began to have an odd feeling like they were being watched. He stood and unsheathed his sword as he looked around. Nemiah heard the whistle of the blade so she raised her head. “W-What’s wrong?” She sniffed. Vivar just signaled her to stay silent. She wiped her tears and stood behind him. She started to feel like someone was really watching them. They were startled when a huge crow flew out of the cave. It has been watching them a while ago, going unnoticed.

In the year 383 when the human civilization had just started discovering things and building their own empire, people started exhibiting questionable and strange abilities after the great colonial war had ended. Most of the people are still not aware of such a thing but due to the number of children showing abilities that any normal human don’t have, they grew wary and thought that they are cursed. Thinking that the children are spawns of the devil, they decided to do an inhumane act and that is to burn all the children that exhibit special abilities.

It spanned nearly as vast as Askavan—untamed and nameless. Five emblems marked the parchment: A wolf’s head — the Black City, ruled by the Lycan King of the Midnight Legion. A sun’s crest — the lush Sunlit Reservoir, domain of the cunning Ares and the Helios Pack. A ravaging claw — the grim Zetalyn Grounds, the military base where Commander Aiden reigned with iron law. A whimsical tree — the Moonlit Pavilion, where the half-blood magi-wolves, the Gnosenia Magus, lived under Arthurius’ clever governance.

Cillian Vandeer Hawthorne was a man of impossibly high expectations, and his opinion of Jaxon had never been particularly high. This debacle wouldn’t help. He refused to touch the topic of Penelope. “Let him think whatever he wants,” Jaxon muttered. “I’ll deal with him when I’m ready.” Gabriel laughed softly. “Right. Because that’s worked so well for you in the past.” Jaxon let out an exasperated sigh, one that showed just how tired he was. “Why are you here, Gabriel? Don't you have better things to do? Like overseeing Canada?” “Tokyo division called me first,” Gabriel said, stretching out like he owned the car. “Something about an ‘unusual systems alert.’ Figured I’d keep an eye on things w

The Reclamation’s cracks widened. And then A new sound broke through. Not thunder. Not wind. **Drums.** From deep within the cliffs, a rhythm began. It wasn’t mortal. It wasn’t divine. It was **primordial**. The sky changed. The ground began to bleed. Elias dropped his book. “Oh gods… they’re not just here to reclaim land. They’re called the Stoneblood.” Aria turned sharply. “That’s a myth.” “Not anymore.” From the base of the cliffs, the earth tore open.

He laid out the broken fragments carefully: a shard of obsidian marked with a spiral, a water-worn bone whistle, a severed braid of hair tied with red string. “These were buried beneath the old altar. The elders called them Marks of Division. Tokens of sacrifice, meant to keep the bloodlines separate.” He looked up at them, his voice low. “If the Seed was meant to unify something, then the cult was built to ensure that unity never comes.” Clara knelt opposite him. “How do we stop them?” Elias hesitated, then held up the whistle. “This opens the path. Not just through the forest—but through memory. Blood memory. Someone will have to go into the core. Into what came before.”

Isolde smiled triumphantly as more of her supporters revealed themselves. Thorne looked directly at Lyra across the growing battlefield, his expression expectant. The alignment had begun. And the Dying Veil Realm was tearing itself apart. Chaos swallowed the Grand Hall of Veils in seconds. Nobles shouted and scattered as guards clashed with Eclipse Order operatives. Spells cracked through the air — bursts of silver light colliding with dark violet shadows. The floating silks caught fire from stray magic, drifting down like burning banners. The three moons overhead seemed to burn brighter, feeding the frenzy.

A single line of jagged, bleeding text materialized in her mind, accompanied by a deafening mechanical screech that drowned out the crashing waves. [SYSTEM REBOOT INITIATED.] [Warning: Emergency neural restart requires absolute biological sacrifice.] [To reactivate master architecture and deploy lethal countermeasures, Host must surrender fifty percent of remaining cardiac function.] [Do you accept the Blood Covenant?]

The old woman thought for a moment, "To undo the Bound Worm, three conditions are required. First, the Venomous Worm must be a Golden Worm; second, undoing the Bound Worm requires the use of one's own blood, which is very harmful to the body, and no one is willing to do so; third, a fresh human heart is needed, which must be dried and ground into ashes. All three conditions are indispensable. Only Lilliana has the Golden Worm in the entire Mirland." Roderick squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you sure only Lilliana had it?" The old woman sighed heavily and said, "I know you doubt my words and fear that I am saying this just to make you go and save Lilliana. There is no need, I never counted o