Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

And the shield in knowledge of this result went down automatically. "I expected more," Emma said stirring the sword in her heart. "Oh you'll see more," Stygian assured and immediately blasted her off with volcano. She fell away and was wounded fragile by the side. "I'm immortal, no weapon nor one can kill me," Stygian braggadeciously spoke walking around. "Not even you scared little girl. I am. . . Inevitable." Emma struggled groaning and stood to her feet, then said, "The last time you needed your sister's powers to survive the darkness, how about this time?"

Lukas grabbed Ash's shoulder gently, holding her back at the top of the stairs, as the three others took cover, Alex using his shadow orbs again. It triggered multiple blasts of those damn weapons this time, just as a floodlight shone through the door towards them. They were well placed in the shadows cast by the doorframe and the stairway though, and waited. Slowly, footsteps came closer, and he tapped Ash's shoulder and nodded. She turned towards the doorway, frowning in concentration.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

The white-gold surface of the needle began to glow a violent, unstable orange. The De-Resolution Umbra let out a scream of rage and lunged. His scythe cut through the air, heading straight for the link between Kael and Elara. "You think you are gods?" Umbra hissed. "I am the one who wrote the rules of your 'Life'!" He swung the scythe, and for a second, Elara felt her arm De-resolve. Her hand turned into a cloud of grey smoke, the memories of her childhood in the Ring flickering and fading.

His movements, guided by a connection to an unseen power, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the forces of the supernatural. Umbra's shadows attempted to ensnare Maximus, but he moved with an uncanny grace, evading their tendrils. His blade, imbued with a radiant energy, cut through the darkness, creating fleeting rifts of light in the throne room. The disembodied voice of Umbra echoed, a lamentation of thwarted malevolence.

Ngayon na nasa akin na ang buong kapangyarihan ni Darius, kailangan ko nang gumalaw. As Olivia's song neared its final note, a sudden, chilling sensation surged through my body. My breath hitched as I looked down at my hands—dark blue shadows poured from my palms, swirling and twisting, gathering into a solid shape. The shadows condensed into a sword—massive, pulsing with energy, its surface shifting like a living void. Without hesitation, without thought, I gripped the hilt, and with one swift motion, I raised the sword high and brought it down with all my strength.

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.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The amount of menace oozing out of the hilt of his saber alone made it seem as if it was some kind of like a living breathing monster from the depth of oblivion. The person whose existence Olivia despised the most was now standing right in front of her. The saber in Creed's hand seemed ordinary at first. However, Olivia's instincts screamed that her sword was nothing but a hunk of metal compared to the one that he clutched in his hand. However, soon the saber began to fade away right in front of her eyes. Olivia jumped a few steps back hastily. The expression on her face hinted that she couldn't wrap her head around this situation. Olivia's arm that held the sword trembled with horror, whic