Oblivion The Great Divide Novels & Stories

She said that Evans insisted to stay with her in their room, but she dissuaded him, wanting him to not miss the fun downstairs. To be honest, it’s no one’s fault. Nica’s exonerated, Liam’s exonerated, and so am I. ALL OF US ARE EXONERATED! I can already feel my back aching from sleeping upright, therefore Liam requested Nica and Marco to be our surrogate for awhile as we head back to the hotel for a regenerative hibernation. The incessant storm cloud covered the undivided island. It was the meridian of the day but it already felt like gloam.

Eskal must have been able to track my gaze as he reached over the bed to lift my injured arm. “There are a lot of things you need to understand,” Eskal began, “First, you are no longer a part of the Midnachtsinne pack, you now belong to us. Once you are fully healed, you’ll be properly introduced as a blood slave of the Anerchmeno Astri pact.”

Chapter 47: The Great Divide The frost of the northern basin began to thaw from the memory, replaced by the suffocating scent of dust, cracked leather, and the heavy friction of parchment being unrolled across the petrified cedar war table. The twin obsidian thrones remained stationary within the deep subterranean war room of the Citadel, but the parameters of their sovereignty had expanded far past the jagged shores of the Northern Shelf. Beta Vance had cleared away the dark sapphire markers of the Abyssal fleet, replacing them with a massive, jagged ridge of bone-white obsidian tokens that bisected the very center of the continental map—the Great Divide.

The words bled with meaning, thick with prophecy. Behind her, the throne cracked—not breaking, but reshaping. The structure warped, blooming into two peaks, each mirroring the other but diverging in rhythm. One pulsed in time with her breath, the other with Lucien’s fragmented energy. The Spiral had never been a single choice. It was a living paradox, always splitting, always searching for balance through division. The command it had whispered before—divide no more—hadn’t been a warning. It had been a plea.

There were so many emotions mixed together that she couldn't even tell if it was anger, regret, or just wanting to let go of everything for some peace. One thing was certain though—the Netherrealm could wipe away memories from past lives as long as they took a sip of the Oblivion Draught and crossed Severance Bridge. No matter how intense the feelings from a previous life were—love, hate, whatever—they would all get erased. Never to be remembered again. Vexon could see all of this because the Mournglow River stretched out right in front of them. Under thick mist, the Severance Bridge floated in the water.