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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 103: The suspect of the people
In the cold night air Mason seemed burdened with this decision, iron shackled. He had said the words, made the choice, but the hot knot in him hadn’t stopped. If anything, it had only increased.Scarlett stayed by his side, her presence strong and consistent. Campfires flickered below, casting long shadows over the ruins, reaching toward the horizon where dawn would soon arrive.“What’s on your mind,” Scarlett said, her voice lower now, as if trying to gently calm the spirit.Mason breathed slowly, his breath clouding in the crisp air. “What if I fail?”Scarlett frowned. “Fail how?”His eyes darkened as he focused on her. “But what if I make the wrong decisions? What if, despite it all, I turn into exactly that which I vowed to destroy?”Scarlett watched him for a while, then shook her head. “That won’t happen.”“You don’t know that.”“I do.”Mason laughed without mirth. “How?”Scarlett stepped forward, fierce in her expression. “Because I know you. Because I have bled with you. Becau
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 104: survival
He stood central to the encampment, the dwindling light of the fire dancing against their determined faces. The night was laden with uncertainty, but there was no time to hesitate. They had toppled the Emperors’ regime, but the hardest part was yet to come: winning their survival and showing that a new world could emerge from the rubble.His fingers balled into fists. He had gone through a million battles, battled the impossible odds, but this — this was something else entirely. This wasn’t merely about combat. It was about leading. And that was a different sort of war.Scarlett folded her arms, eyeing him cautiously. “You’re overthinking,” she said, her voice low but firm.Mason exhaled sharply. “I don’t have a choice.”“You do,” she countered. “You’re just scared to make the wrong one.”His jaw clenched, but he couldn’t debate her. She knew him too well.Rylan closed in on us, his face set in a grimace. “We have a problem.”Mason turned. “What is it?”“The Emperors’ remains are not
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 105: The Struggle
The ice cold stone under her burned with frost, and yet she dripped with sweat down her spine. Each breath Scarlett took was a struggle, her defiance roused in its contest with fatigue. Her wrists were bound double with immensely thick iron chains that dug deep into her flesh so that the wounds were open raw and bled freely at the slightest movement of her arms.Her head throbbed. Blood matted her hair. Time had lost all meaning.She had no idea how long she had been here—caught inside the hell Mason had made of her life.She had known he could be cruel, but this? This was an entirely different matter.The flickering fingers of the torch threw monstrous shadows against the damp stone walls. The air was thick and suffocating with the smell of iron and damp earth.Then came the footsteps. Slow. Measured. Unforgiving.Scarlett kept her head down. She didn’t need to.She knew it was him.Mason entered the chamber like he owned it, his tone suffocating. He didn’t speak right away. Instead
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 106: Shadows
Scarlett’s body ached. Each muscle felt as though it had been extended beyond its limits, but the pain was nothing beside the weight of Mason’s presence, hanging heavy in the air.He confronted her with an unyielding presence, his ice-cold gaze a vise that rendered her immobile. The only source of light was the torches burning on the dark stone walls. Shadows flickered across his face, dilating the sharp angles of his jaw, the piercing winter ice of his eyes.She was trapped.And he knew it.“Tell me,” Mason’s voice was a low, controlled growl, fringed by something dangerous. “How many times do I have to tell you, Scarlett? How many times do you have to learn before you eventually submit?”The breath caught in her throat, but she did not look down. “I will never submit to you,” she spat, her tone hoarse but unbroken.As Mason smirked—or something resembling a smirk—it was purely a recognition of the final joke, with no hint of mirth. Only quiet, simmering fury."Never?" He took a step
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 107: The Strategy
The night was a long one, rife with anticipation. The camp was quiet but Mason could hear the weight of every breath, every shifting shadow.He sat close to the dying fire, honing his blade with slow, measured motions. His hands were steady, but his brain was racing. The echo of Kieran's words still rang in his ears, the unspoken doubts that haunted the warriors.Boldness doesn’t win wars. Strategy does.Mason knew that.But what they didn’t realize — what they would never realize — was that this was not simply a war.It was a reckoning.He heard footsteps crunching against the dirt behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Scarlett.“You’re brooding,” she said lightly, with an edge to her voice.Mason kept sharpening his blade, though. “Thinking.”“Dangerous habit.”He smirked but didn’t reply.She circled him, crouching by the fire. Reverberating orange light painted stark shadows across her features, accentuating the iciness that now filled her gaze. “Kieran’s n
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 108: The Darling Truth
Scarlett’s steps were fast, controlled, but no matter how hard she willed herself forward she could feel him behind her. He was an absence and a presence, a ghost and a shadow lingering in her soul, a smoke in her lungs, thick and suffocating.Feeling her hands quivering, she opened the heavy doors and stepped into the dimly lit corridor beyond. She could still feel the ghost of Mason’s touch lingering on her wrist, the way his voice had slithered into her mind to twist her thoughts so much she could not tell where her defiance began or his influence ended.But she wouldn’t let him win.Not this time.She pushed ahead, willing her body to move, but before she could get to the next corridor, a voice — low, deep, inescapable — wound around her like a chain."Scarlett."Her breath hitched.She didn't turn around.Not yet.Not if she knew what she would see.A predator in the dark.And “You walk away; you think that means something?” Mason’s voice was soft, relaxed, as if he had all the t
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 109: Trying to Succeed
Scarlett walked down the wide corridor track, the sound of her feet echoing back at her, heavier with each step. Her breathing was uneven, her pulse sporadic. The air seemed denser, weighing down on her like invisible hands deterring her from departing.No—not trying.Succeeding.She was still trapped.Not in chains. Not in a locked room.But in him.Mason was in her head, in her bones, and no amount of distance she put between them ever felt like it was enough, so far from home and yet never enough and always the feeling he was still watching.Waiting.She rounded a corner, her hands balled into fists, urging herself to stay strong. But then—"Going somewhere?"It sent a cold shiver down her spine.Scarlett stopped.She had to.She had no choice.Mason was leaning John way down the hall, against the marble pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked cool, even amused, but Scarlett knew better.That wasn’t calm.That was control.A silk-covered yoke, disguised as patience.
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 110: Freedom
Scarlett couldn’t stop shaking her hands.Even as she prowled down the hallway, even as she made herself draw air, Mason’s body was still stuck to her like a second skin.She wanted to scream. To scratch the air until she could finally feel free.But freedom was an illusion.It always had been.Because Mason was right.Where could she go that he wouldn’t track?Where could she flee that he had not already invaded?Her feet faltered. With her back flattened against the cold stone wall, she let herself feel for a moment — just a moment — the fatigue seeping into her bones.She was tired.Tired of fighting.Tired of running.Sick of the way his voice wrapped itself around her head like a chain she couldn’t snap.But then—"Scarlett."Her breath caught.She squeezed her eyes shut. No. Not now. Not again.But his presence was there.It was always there.She made herself stand tall. To maintain her blank expression as she turned and found Mason exactly where she’d dreaded he would be.At th
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Chapter 125: End
Mason froze in place, his heart hammering in his chest like a war drum. It had gone still around him, thick with silence, as if the entire vale of battle held its breath and waited.The Ascended gazed down at him, their faces inscrutable, their holy eyes blazing with an emotion he could not name. The Emperors were stripped of their power, but the arrogance remained, permeated by years of conditioning, their fear laid to rest. And Scarlett — her presence was steady, unmoving, but he could sense her uncertainty.He could sense his own.But this was it. There was no turning back.“You say I have broken the cycle,” Mason spoke at last, his voice steady but edged with something cut. “Then why do l feel still bound by it?”The lead Ascended looked at him for a moment, then spoke. “Because destroying something does not erase its power. And even a broken chain is a reminder of bondage. A broken throne still casts a shadow.”Mason clenched his fists. "Then what was the point? If what I do has
Chapter 135: as new challenge
Mason’s words floated in the air like an implied threat.“I’m still working on that.”The battlefield was quiet, dust settling around them, but the weight of his presence had not diminished. If anything, it had gotten worse. Eyes stared from all sides—Emperors, Ascended, warriors who had been both his allies and adversaries. But it was Scarlett’s look he felt the most.He could feel her muted question below their tension. What are you now, Mason?Mason breathed out, willing his hands to uncurl. The void was still there, simmering under his skin, waiting. It was no longer controlling him, but it hadn’t disappeared, either. And that was the problem.Scarlett took another step closer to him, and though her look remained cool, he could sense the uncertainty showing through. “Mason, if you’re not one of our enemies, then tell me — what do you want?”Her voice was cautious, deliberative. She was treating him like something that might not hold, and maybe she was right to.He thought about he
Chapter 123: Darkness, perpetual, crushing blackness
Mason wasn’t certain whether he was still breathing. He didn’t know if he had a body anymore. He had been devoured by it, the void, it had taken all of it, every sense, every thought, every feeling, and left him, suspended in the void, floating along, somewhere between things.But somewhere in the quiet, a voice had murmured.You were never supposed to be anywhere else.It was not the voice of the hooded man. It wasn’t the throne turning its insidious whisper. It was something older. Something vast. Something infinite.Mason gritted his teeth, though, forcing himself to move, to battle against the nothingness encroaching on him. But he had no ground beneath him, no air to push against — just infinite, stretching black.Then, a flicker of light.At first it is faint, like a dying ember. Then it propagagated, spreading through the emptiness like fractals in a fragile shell. Vague shapes started to emerge—figures from the past whose edges he couldn’t define. Echoes of people, places, tim
Chapter 122: The lost gods
Mason peered from the edge of the battlefield, breath coming in sharp pants, heart drumming an unsteady tattoo against his ribs. The silence following the Ascended’s judgment was stifling. The Emperors were sprawled on the broken earth, their screams still ringing in his ears. Their authority was stripped, their reign dismantled. And yet, it didn’t feel right.Scarlett moved closer, voice dropped. “Mason, this isn’t over.”He looked over at her, his expression inscrutable. “I know.”The Ascended had given him a choice, but it was a weight that settled on him like a vice. The visions they had displayed before him still gnawed against his mind — two paths, each dangerous in their own right.But before he could speak, a voice slithered through the air, like poisoned silk.“You honestly believe it’s that simple?”Mason’s spine stiffened. The voice was unmistakable — frigid, familiar, steeped in malice.A figure scaled an object, in the darkness beyond the ruinous battlefield. Not an Emper
Chapter 121: A loud Knock
Scarlett’s head spun long after Jaxon left, his words scratching at her mind like invisible claws."Mason isn’t invincible. Power breeds resentment. Resentment breeds betrayal."She wanted to believe it. Needed to believe it. Because if Mason wasn’t invincible, then perhaps she could escape.But thinking such thoughts was dangerous. Reckless. Mason was not a man who forgave betrayal. He destroyed it. And yet … wasn’t she already in the wreckage of his control?Scarlett paced the room Mason had trapped her into, breathless with fear. Each step felt heavier than the one before.She wasn’t dumb — she knew Mason would never set her free of her own choice. But if there were fissures in his empire, if there were adversaries hovering, biding time for the moment to attack…Could she use that?Her fingers balled into fists.We’re not moving pieces around in this game, Scarlett. You’re the prize.Jaxon had tossed her those words like a sentence. But Scarlett would not accept it. She had been co
Chapter 120: The Riddle
The silence that Mason left in his wake was suffocating. Scarlett was frozen, his words still wrapping around her head like a vice.“When you get it all figured out, Scarlett, you know where I’ll be.”Damn him.Damn him for getting under skin like that, for taking everything and turning it into something she couldn’t straighten out to tell the difference between reality and another one of his lies.She needed to clear her mind. She needed space.But space was not something Mason offered easily.Hearing footsteps, she stiffened. Scarlett turned around expecting him but saw someone else in the dark hallway.Jaxon.Her pulse spiked. Mason’s right-hand man. The man who never let her out of his sight for too long.The one who had been told to ensure she never ventured too far.His smirk was lazy, but his eyes had something calculating. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Scarlett.Scarlett made her face into a blank slate. "What do you want?"Jaxon stood in the doorway, observing her. "You
Chapter 119: Fighting Back
Scarlett was nearly in the middle of the great hall, her heart thumping against her ribs like a war drum. A palpable tension hung in the air, weighted with what was left unsaid. Mason was in his usual position—splayed across the wealth of a leather chair like a deity surveying his dominion. He drummed his fingers lazily on the armrest, never taking his eyes off of her.She wanted to turn her back and walk out of the room. But she couldn't. Not with everything on the line.Not with the truth ready to split her open from within.Mason sighed, cocking his head. “You’ve had me rather well boxed,” he speculated. “That is not your style, Scarlett.”Scarlett clenched her fists. “Maybe I finally learned that words don’t mean sh-t to peeps like you.”Mason grimaced, although his amusement didn’t touch his eyes. “People like me?”“You know exactly what I’m saying.”Mason leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “No, I don’t think I do. Why don’t you enlighten me?”Scarlett felt the heat
Chapter 118: silence
The silence stretched between them like a pulled taut rope, wild knots at either end, a slack moment away from snapping. The pit of Scarlett’s stomach dropped, and Mason’s words sat on Scarlett like chains she felt but could not Ironically break.She wasn’t his. She would never be his.But Mason… he was not buying that.And that made him dangerous.He stared down into her face, dark, and unblinking, naked her in ways that had nothing to do with contact. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her feel trapped. His words, his presence, his unadulterated certainty — they suffocated her.Scarlett took a breath, forced together the torn remnants of her defiance. “You’re wrong about me,” she said, her voice steadier than she was.Mason merely smirked, the tilt of his lips slow, purposeful. “Am I?”She lifted her chin. “Yes.”Mason stepped forward, slowly.Scarlett held her ground.Another step.Her nails dug into her palms.Another.He hung two inches away from her, a solid wall of him pr
Chapter 117: suffocating
The space between them was thick with silence — suffocating. Scarlett’s heart raced, blood pounding at her ears as her breaths came unevenly, ragged. Mason’s words hung in the air around her, like a noose, only growing tighter with each passing second.She wanted to talk — to fight back. To push him away, to yell, to do anything other than stay frozen, pinned under the gravity of his existence. But she couldn’t.Because deep down, she knew he was right.And she found that terrifying.Mason saw it. Of course, he did. The flash of indecision in her eyes, the way her body tightened just a moment too late. It was a slow, satisfied smirk. “There it is,” he mumbled, voice heavy with delight. “That moment of doubt. That fear.”Scarlett’s jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid of you.”Mason chuckled, low and dark. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, tilting his head and leaning in closer. “You should be.”His breath was hot on her skin and she hated how it sent shudders skidding down her spine.Scarlett swall
