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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 35: Betrayal and Revelations
The cave’s damp air clung to Mason Monroe’s skin as he leaned against the jagged wall, his eyes fixed on the Veil of Shadows tucked inside his worn leather bag. Even hidden, it pulsed faintly, as though alive, casting a subtle glow that played tricks on the edges of his vision. He didn’t trust it. He didn’t trust Elara either, pacing like a caged animal across the uneven stone floor. The quiet between them stretched taut, broken only by the faint drip of water from stalactites above. “You’re nervous,” Mason observed, his voice low and measured. Elara’s piercing gray eyes snapped toward him, glinting in the dim light of the campfire. “You’re not?” “I’ve run blind into enough trouble to make peace with nerves,” Mason replied with a shrug. “Well, you shouldn’t be,” Elara said sharply, her tone carrying an edge Mason wasn’t used to hearing. “The Relic Masters aren’t bounty hunters or mercenaries. They don’t bargain. They don’t relent. They will come, and they will take the Veil,
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 36: Allies and Enemies
The forest was restless as dawn painted the horizon with faint streaks of gold and crimson. The trees swayed despite the absence of wind, as though whispering secrets only the oldest among them could understand. Mason Monroe walked briskly, his knife sheathed but his hand never straying far from its hilt. Beside him, the mysterious cloaked figure moved with an eerie grace, their steps making no sound.“So,” Mason began, breaking the uneasy silence, “you’ve got a name, or should I just keep calling you ‘stranger’?”The figure glanced at him, their glowing eyes narrowing faintly. “You can call me Elara.”“Great,” Mason said dryly. “Elara. Mind telling me what you know about these Relic Masters? Because it feels like I’m walking into a storm blindfolded.”Elara stopped suddenly, her gaze turning toward the horizon as though she could see something Mason couldn’t. “The Relic Masters are more than just a cult. They’re an ancient order, older than most civilizations. Their goal has always
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 37: The unveiling of the betrayer
The trek to the Whispering Cliffs had been grueling. Mason’s muscles ached, his mind clouded with exhaustion, but the weight of what lay ahead kept him moving. Beside him, Elara clutched her blade tightly, her lips pressed into a thin line of determination. Vael followed a few paces behind, whistling an eerie tune as though their mission wasn’t laced with peril.The Whispering Cliffs loomed before them, an imposing labyrinth of jagged rocks and hidden caverns. The air was alive with an unnatural hum that seemed to resonate deep within their bones.“This is the place?” Mason asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.Vael grinned, his bone mask glinting in the pale light. “This is where the Truthseer resides. If anyone can help us decipher the Veil’s full power—and the Relic Masters’ ultimate goal—it’s her.”Elara cast a wary glance at Vael. “You’ve been suspiciously helpful lately. Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling us everything?”Vael placed a hand over his heart, feigning of
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 38: The fractured Alliance
The air was thick with tension as Mason, Elara, and the enigmatic Aelira stood at the edge of the cliffs. The distant pillar of light pulsed ominously, its energy distorting the landscape around it. The swirling vortex in the sky expanded, pulling clouds and debris into its spiraling chaos. Every instinct told Mason to distrust Aelira, but the desperation of the situation left no room for hesitation.“Fine,” Mason growled, lowering his blade slightly. “If you know how to stop Vael, start talking.”Aelira’s lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained sharp. “The Veil of Shadows is one of three relics tied to the Gateway. Together, they form a key. Vael has the second piece, the Heart of Echoes, and he’s using it to channel the Veil’s energy. If he gains the third relic—The Crown of Dusk—the Gateway will fully open, and our world will be consumed.”Mason exchanged a wary glance with Elara. “Where is this Crown?”Aelira hesitated, her expression unreadable. “It’s hidden in t
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 39 : The Fractured Truth
The moon hung low over the horizon, casting its silvery glow over the battlefield where the crypt's ruins now lay. Mason Monroe crouched behind a jagged outcropping, his heart pounding as the winds howled with an unnatural chill. The Crown of Veils pulsed on Aelira’s head, its dark energy weaving strands of chaos into the very air around her. The cloaked figure, now fully revealed, loomed in the center of the scene, its featureless face a swirling void that seemed to devour light itself.Aelira stood before it, her expression one of triumph. “This is the power you feared, Mason. The power you sought to control but could never understand.”Mason's grip tightened on his blade. He glanced at Elara, who was positioned a few feet away, her bow drawn and an arrow glowing with mythic energy. They both knew this wasn’t just about stopping Aelira—it was about confronting something much older, much darker than they had anticipated.“Do you even know what you’ve unleashed?” Mason called out, ste
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 40: The shadow’s embrace
The air was electric with tension as Mason, Aelira, and Elara stood at the edge of the ruins, their faces illuminated by the faint, otherworldly glow of the shattered shards behind them. The Harbinger Stone was now nestled in Mason’s pouch, its weight far heavier than its size suggested. None of them spoke as they moved through the desolate terrain, each lost in their own thoughts about the events that had just unfolded.But something wasn’t right.The shadows seemed to shift unnaturally around them, their shapes twisting and lengthening as though alive. The group pressed forward, the sound of their boots crunching against the gravel the only noise breaking the oppressive silence. Aelira paused abruptly, her elven senses picking up a faint disturbance.“Do you feel that?” she whispered, her voice taut with unease.Mason stopped and glanced back at her. “Feel what?”Aelira’s eyes narrowed. “We’re being followed.”Before anyone could react, a sharp crack echoed through the air, and a fi
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 41: Veins of Darkness
The chamber pulsed like a living entity. Its walls were inscribed with runes that glowed faintly, casting jagged shadows on the cold stone floor. Mason and Aelira stood at the edge of the vast room, staring at the massive altar in its center. The Harbinger Stone in Mason’s hand hummed with a resonant energy that seemed to match the rhythm of the runes around them.“We shouldn’t be here,” Aelira said, her voice trembling.“We don’t have a choice,” Mason replied, his gaze fixed on the altar. “If this is the heart of the crypt’s power, then we need to find a way to shut it down.”Aelira’s hand hovered near her blade, her instincts sharp. “You felt it, didn’t you? That… thing followed us.”Mason nodded. “It’s watching. Waiting for us to make a mistake.”The silence was oppressive, broken only by the low hum of the runes and the faint, almost imperceptible sound of something shifting in the shadows. Mason tightened his grip on the Harbinger Stone and stepped forward, his boots echoing in t
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 42: Echoes of the Harbinger
The wind outside the crypt howled like a chorus of mourning spirits, carrying the echoes of what had transpired below. Mason and Aelira emerged into the moonlit forest, battered but alive. The Harbinger Stone, now cracked and dim, hung in Mason’s grasp, its weight heavier than ever before.“We need to keep moving,” Aelira urged, scanning the treeline. Her hand was still on her blade, her body tense as if the shadows themselves might lunge at any moment.Mason nodded but stumbled, the toll of wielding the stone’s power leaving his legs weak. He leaned against a nearby tree, taking a moment to catch his breath.“It’s not just my body,” he muttered. “It’s… inside my head now.”Aelira’s sharp gaze turned to him. “What do you mean?”“The Harbinger,” Mason said, his voice low and strained. “When I activated the stone, I felt it—like it was looking through me. It’s not just some ancient power. It’s alive.”Her expression hardened. “If that’s true, we have even less time than I thought.”Maso
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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
