Where To Find Glow Dust In Oblivion Novels & Stories

It was the only missing now in the puzzle before they could commence their plan. After years of searching, Harrion’s father finally found what he was looking for. In a remote and treacherous part of the Southern Region, hidden beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, the Soulbane Petal bloomed in all its dark glory. Its deep purple petals shimmered in the moonlight, and its black veins pulsed with a malicious energy.

The walls were lined with glowing crystals that bathed the path in a soft, ethereal light. As they ventured deeper into the cave, they encountered various air-based traps and obstacles. Sharp gusts of wind threatened to knock them off their feet, and sudden downdrafts tried to pull them into bottomless chasms. Allan used his shadows to create stable pathways through the traps, and Elara manipulated her flames to ward off the biting cold and light their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the cave, where the Air Relic, a glowing white orb, sat atop a stone pedestal. Its soft light pulsed gently, casting an otherworldly glow over the chamber. Kai stepped forward, his fingers reaching out t

“Then go. The moon favors the steadfast, not the reckless. We will keep the palace secure.” Sebastian bowed once more. “Thank you, Father. Mother.” When he stepped back into the night, Caius and Elora were waiting by the entrance. “Elora picked up something,” Caius said. “A fragment of the portal dust. It points north toward the abandoned Silvermine caves.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened. “Then that’s where we go.”

He was covered in a strange, shimmering black dust that looked like soot but moved like insects. "The southern watchtower," Jace gasped, collapsing to one knee. "It’s gone. Not destroyed, Elora. It’s just... gone. There’s nothing left but a hole in the world." Kaelen rushed forward, his hands already glowing with a soft green healing light. He tried to brush the black dust off Jace’s shoulder, but as his fingers touched it, he hissed in pain. The dust wasn't just dirt; it was a localized "Deprivation" even more absolute than my own.

I looked down at the live location that the search team had been sharing, and the place they had marked as her last location. The live location on my phone was pointing a red dot in the middle of the industrial waste dumping area on the outskirts of the kingdom. My blood was already boiling. When we arrived at the warehouse, the air was thick with the scent of stagnant water and old grease. I didn't wait for the search team to coordinate a tactical entry. I shifted partially, my claws extending as I kicked the heavy steel doors open. But before I could think to attack, I saw one of the team members stepping out with Olivia in his hand.

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

The sharp ice shards found their marks, piercing through the weakened defenses and drawing ethereal blood. In the heart of the mist, Lupa spotted the crystal they had come to retrieve. It rested atop a carved stone pedestal, bathed in a faint glow that hinted at its immense power. With a swift, decisive movement, she slipped through the gaps in the Astrals’ defenses. Her footsteps were soundless against the ancient stone floor as she approached the crystal.

He looked up with a warm, sort of tired smile. “Excuse me, Master Gerald,” Levi said. “Do you have any Starlace in stock?” Gerald adjusted his glasses. “Ah. Just sold the last of it a few minutes ago. Rare stuff. Only grows in shadowed groves, and even then, only during a certain moon cycle.” “Is there anywhere else that might have it?” I asked. He shook his head. “Not in town. You’d have to find it wild.” Levi exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Looks like we’re going foraging.”

Yet the pulse was not gone; something still stirred. I rose, inhaling the damp pine air, and followed a narrow path that wound around the outpost’s perimeter. The grass there was unnaturally dark, wilting under an invisible shadow. I whispered an invocation of cleansing, calling on the Moon Goddess to reveal hidden evil. A soft glow blushed in the soil beneath my boots, guiding me toward a collapsed watchtower.

He released me with one final squeeze. I grabbed my backpack and set off, feeling his gaze on me until I vanished into the woods. As I moved farther into the forest, the trees stood tall like quiet sentinels. Lili's instructions rang in my mind, "First, you will need marigold. It grows exclusively on the rocks near Whispering Falls. Then locate the phantom orchid in the center of Misty Hollow. Finally, find the blood rose in Crimson Meadow. Be aware; each location has its unique set of risks." I trembled as I recalled her sinister tone. But I pressed forward, determined to prove myself. As the light rose higher, I approached the cliffs.