Ring Of Perfection Oblivion Novels & Stories

"It'll ask for everything you have. And you, more than anybody alive, will want to give it past that, because you've spent three lives sure that's what you're for. Do that here... pour past the bottom to make certain it's done... and you won't come back up. There'll be nothing left to close the circle around." The ring was very quiet. "So the trick," I said, "is to open all the way, give everything, and stop one step short of the thing every part of me is going to be screaming to do." "Yes." "With Corvus coming through that ring with an army." "Yes." "And if I get it wrong either way... hold too much back and the circle doesn't shut and his claim stays. Pour too much and the circle shuts and

It was also the first visible crack in the source’s certainty since the earth had opened. Damien saw the crack and used it. He pulled Zara and the children into the exact center of the ring where the oldest carvings overlapped. The stones answered the original carrier’s blood even though that blood no longer held the power. A low harmonic note rose from the circle, the same note the underground stones had made when the figure first called the claim. The residual gold recoiled from the sound. The many-faced presence halted at the edge of the ring as if the circle itself had become a boundary it had not expected to meet on the surface.

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

Aubrey said confidently. “This girl,” Grandma said as she pulled the chair. “I swear you will be the end of everyone if it happens that the ring had landed into the wrong hands.” Aubrey glared at her grandmother, “Which wrong hands' grandma? According to moon goddess rules, that ring can only be owned by three people, the chosen ones and that is us; I and Angelo, you or any other person from Diana's hunters generation. We are the only exciting members of Diana's hunters generation and here, Angelo is the chosen one. So what I mean if the ring is among the three of us, it can't get lost.”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

The shade of orange from the setting sun was on his side intensifying his well-cut jawline and cheekbones and the way his thick lashes hit his cheek. She couldn't remember him. If she really did see this guy in town, she would have never forgotten about him. Even just a short glance, one would remember his face and body with all the perfection he has. He carries his body in a very manly but fine as hell way... Confident and powerful. She blinked when she saw him awkwardly look away. His ears are flushing red. She coughed to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere.

A ring of pure white fire erupts around the circle, shooting fifty feet high, then collapses inward and sinks into the earth like it was never there. Only the burned names remain (permanent, smoking gently). Rowan: “Oath circle. Old magic. Older than colleges, older than countries. We walk out of this circle together, or we don’t walk out at all.” Seras is already on her feet, armor flaring to life around her like she was born in it. Seras: “I’m in.” Lucian follows, wings spreading until the shadow covers the entire end zone. Lucian: “Always.” Kayo’s tails ignite, nine suns in a row.

It vibrated with a dark, primal energy that felt like home. ​"The Sovereigns think they have achieved perfection," Silas said with a grim, sightless smile. "But perfection is brittle. The rings are powered by a Master Node at the pinnacle of this tower. If we can introduce a 'Discord'—a frequency of pure, unrefined Earth-magic—the entire harmonic system will collapse. The Architects are not here, Elara. The ships in the sky are empty, automated collectors. We are alone with our 'betters,' and it’s time we showed them that the beast hasn't been tamed."

"But there is a 'Black Note' at the edge of our solar system. It’s not a signal, and it’s not a ship. It’s a Vacuum." Sarah touched the Living Glass of the primary console. The 1956 Rose, now a massive crystalline tree at the heart of the station, pulsed with a warning amber—the color of a dying sun. "It’s the Oblivion Protocol, Jojo. The Architects didn't tell us about the 'Rejectionists.' There are those who believe that 'Harmony' is a form of spiritual death—a cage made of music. They don't want to join the Choir; they want to silence the singer."

Rule 1 of system architecture: Every closed loop has a blind spot. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, tapping into the newly unlocked 12% of my core. I didn't push my power out; instead, I reached into the ambient magic of the environment and pulled. I felt the microscopic vibrations of the grid. I found the frequency of the nearest silver pillar. "You build cages based on strength," I whispered into the freezing wind, my golden eyes locking onto the glowing runes of the pillar. "But you forgot to account for the glitch."