The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

My vision began to blur as I felt all my energy drain. "Please let this be another nightmare," I told myself as everything began to fade along with my consciousness. The world around me became a hazy blur, the distant echoes of the battle fading into silence. The grip of the darkness I had summoned tightened, and I felt an unfamiliar heaviness settling over me. A voice, distant and indistinct, echoed a warning, but it seemed to come from a place far removed from my own reality. The aftermath of the dark magic left the once-threatening wolves lifeless and desiccated.

I needed to make a good first impression so I wanted to arrive at the office early and make sure everything was ready for my egotistical boss. I got to the office and had to take a step back just to look at how beautiful it was. It had a gothic sort of look to it but it was also updated with beautiful floor to ceiling windows; it actually took my breath away just looking at it. The gothic scenery made me think of how fitting this building was for Mr. McAlister, scary and mean goes pretty well with the building. I took the elevator to the fifteenth floor getting more nervous with each floor passing by. I wasn’t paying attention when I came off the elevator and ran right into what I thought wa

For some reason, this scared Kat more than the solid rocks, which were no longer being thrown. Their path was curving downwards now. Kat could see the rolling hills, the concentration of the blue mist, and the valley in which the souls of the Hallows floated aimlessly. Dominating the dark landscape was a large crater with spires around it. Its center was the purification of darkness, a stretch of black so thick and so opaque that it was pulling in the fog overhead and casting it behind a shadow. Sygnus. The void.

That should contain the Purifying Water which is specifically fetched from the Purity Lake located at the Cloud mist Ridge. Apothecary is a very laborious task. A single deviation will greatly affect its overall outcome. Thus it is imperative to give their complete attention to the process the whole time. Following the formula for concocting the Elixir of Oblivion, the students started to whirl into action. Soon their eyebrows become knitted together as a deep frown emerged from their face. The instruction written in the book is not complicated at all but it is highly demanding on precise control over one's action. They have to follow the instruction religiously to achieve the optimal result

Including the factories around it. By now, Ibrahim and Ali were already in a safe space. They all knew better to be in the circle during the purification. They might not know what Shadow wanted to do, but they knew the meaning of this bubble. Indeed, only Shadow knew the best. “Can I start now?” Nathan knew instinctively by now. Shadow was only borrowing his mana to activate the massive purification circle. The spell was so complicated and time-consuming. Not many could handle all the memorization. The stronger the purification circle was, the more complicated it became. And, memorization would be so troublesome.

He used the Mana bricks to create an energy chamber, then fixed the most powerful extraction and purification rules he could create. The Chambers were filled with Purification fabric being hung from the feelings as curtains. That energy chamber was then put inside an even bigger energy chamber with an even bigger with more purification fabric and even more purification magic circles. Then that would be put into an even bigger energy chamber. Until that were ten layers of energy chambers stacked like an onion.

It dissolved into plumes of black smoke, which were purified into nothingness mid-air, not a single trace left behind. Eira tossed the now harmless pile of dry hay, all that was left of the poppet, straight into Vera’s face. “Open your damned eyes and look! This is purification power!” Eira’s gaze swept across the stunned elders, her voice ringing out with unshakable authority. “Could a dark sorceress purify dark energy?!” Dead silence.

It was the ultimate test of the Pact: could a man love a woman who was being forced to become a god? Before the Spire could finish the "Calibration," Félix and I retreated to the Lower Sanctum, the only place where the stone was still thick enough to act as a buffer. The room was dark, smelling of ozone and the ancient, dry smell of the First King’s tomb. I was shaking—a deep, rhythmic tremor that matched the Spire’s hum. "I can feel the 'Purity' coming back, Félix," I whispered, my voice flat and hollow. "It’s taking the 'Noise'. It’s taking the memory of the mud. It wants me to be the 'Ideal' again."

“Are you sure you want to destroy it with your own hands?” My calmness unnerved him, sparking a flicker of panic. He looked away, refusing to meet my eyes, his tone even colder and more forceful. “Shut up. This has nothing to do with you.” Nothing to do with me. I said nothing more. I just watched. Watched as he, for another woman, personally tortured our last shred of history to death. The purification incantation echoed in the quiet room, a soul-tearing screech. Nyx let out a piercing shriek, not like a bird, but like an infant being dismembered alive.

Closer this time. The ground actually shook. The lead Guardian lowered his weapon. Then spoke calmly. Almost casually. "The purification has begun." The world seemed to stop. Purification. Nobody liked that word. Nobody. Damon's stomach dropped. Because he knew exactly what it meant. Not rescue. Not evacuation. Not protection. Destruction. The Guardian confirmed it a second later. "Children deemed incompatible with Ascension are being removed." Silence. Then absolute silence. Because everyone understood. Removed. Killed.