Oblivion Word Novels & Stories

Seraphina asked. Elena nodded. "I need to know what we’re dealing with." As she closed her eyes, the whispers grew louder. Images began to form in her mind: a massive shadow spreading across the land, swallowing everything in its path. At the center of the darkness was a figure—tall, cloaked, and menacing. "Oblivion," the whispers said again, louder this time. Elena gasped as the vision shifted. She saw a temple buried deep within the mountains, ancient and foreboding. The shadow seemed to emanate from it, like a wound in the earth.

Juniper interjected harshly. She stood nearby, and hearing Sunny speak ill of the elderly couple made her seethe with anger. Who was Sunny to speak so disrespectfully about her soon-to-be in-laws? She could only imagine how much arrogance Sunny possessed. "Some third-tier family shouldn't speak when first-tiers are talking," Sunny replied provocatively. "Some first-tier, I see. So what? Do I look like I care about your so-called 'first-tier'? I don't. Especially not from a two-faced white lotus like you," Juniper countered aggressively.

In oblivion, your glory is. “Vox vana, verbum sine pondere, maledictio vestra est nihil. Corruptio in vento perit, vita in aeternum manet. Dii et mortales, omnes vident lumen. Peris in vanitate, et oblivio tua est silentium.” ( Empty voice, word without weight, your curse is nothing. Corruption perishes in the wind, life remains eternal. Gods and mortals, all see the light. You perish in futility, and your oblivion is silence.)