Two Sides Of The Coin Oblivion นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His eyes darkened, sharp as glass. “You think this is about ownership?” he said quietly. “It’s about survival. You don’t see it yet, but you will. The world out there doesn’t care if you collapse. Doesn’t care if you disappear. But I do. I always will.” Adrian’s throat tightened. “That’s not love. That’s obsession.” Evan leaned forward, voice low, intimate. “Love is obsession. Anyone who tells you different has never felt it.” Adrian stood abruptly, gathering his things. “This ends now.”

The air vibrated with power so ancient it felt older than the world itself. And then, he saw them. Figures cloaked in silver light, their faces indistinct, their eyes burning with knowledge and sorrow. Voices overlapped, weaving into a chant that was both prayer and curse. He couldn’t make out the words at first, only fragments, whispers slipping into his bones. “Blood of fire… born of betrayal…” “The Sundering… a wound unhealed…” Kaelen staggered forward, desperate to understand. “What do you mean? Who am I?!”

he declared. The words landed like stones. Heavy. Permanent. "The Obsidian Covenant. Not the one written in law books, but the one written in blood. We protect the Asset. We protect the Truth. And we break anyone who tries to stop us." *Break anyone.* A shiver went down my spine. Not fear—recognition. It started at the base of my neck and rolled down, making the hair on my arms stand up. Belonging. It felt terrifying. It felt right.

After all, a coin has two sides. Mirena’s lips curved—slow, dangerous and absolute. “You, Iris Ashton… will become my personal puppet.”

Claire told him. "We need to go now, Gregory! The cave of illusion is far from here." Angel told him. "Yeah, I guess we have to go now!" Gregory agrees. "Here, cast this stone in the entrance. It will help you open the cave." Claire gives them a stone each. "Do we need to throw two?" Angel asks. "One for entering and one for going out. Remember that or you can't get out of there anymore!" Claire instructed. "It's mainly your fault but thank you for helping us!" Gregory commented.

This was one of the few things I held back. Opening the purse, I pulled out a thick coin made of a blood-red ruby. However, the coin had an inscription in writing that I couldn’t read. The coin was perfectly balanced as I flipped it up and let it fall back into my hand. It felt heavier than it looked, but it was imbued with magic so the properties could have been altered. ‘Whatever you’re thinking, Silas, don’t. It’s not worth it. Magic comes at a price. There is no guarantee of the outcome. You know that.’ Eros sounded worried, almost scared.

Dangerously deliberate. The guardian growled. The Sovereign of Oblivion ignored him. Instead, he turned toward Kael. The sanctuary seemed to hold its breath. The two Sovereigns stared at each other. Shadow. Oblivion. Balance. Endings. Ancient forces meeting again after thousands of years. The Sovereign of Oblivion's gaze softened unexpectedly. "My old friend." Kael's expression remained cold. "We are not friends." The answer came instantly. The newcomer sighed dramatically.

"Account frozen. Assets liquidated." The moment the coin reached the apex of its flip, the three hundred pureblood mercenaries simply stopped. Their red eyes went blank. The supernatural energy fueling their bodies was instantly audited, foreclosed, and violently extracted. In a matter of seconds, three hundred elite warriors turned into gray, lifeless statues, before crumbling into piles of harmless dust. Where each mercenary had stood, a single, glowing gold coin dropped to the floor with a metallic clink. Silas stood completely alone, his jaw unhinged in absolute, mind-shattering horror. He watched his entire army get deleted from reality by a single flip of a coin.

Aziz’s POV The obsidian veil opened and I moved through it. The obsidian dimension is a place humans cannot see, a seam between good and evil, where no light can shine to reveal our shadows. Humans can’t detect it. For me it is a road I run so often my feet remember the stones. Tonight I used it like a blade. Demon speed folds distance into a blink and turns the world into a blur of colors. My thoughts raced faster than my feet. White fur.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”