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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 45: The Brink of Chaos
The dense forest stretched out in front of Mason like a labyrinth, the towering trees casting long shadows beneath the pale moonlight. His Mythical knife thrummed faintly in his hand, as if reacting to the tension brewing within him. Every step forward was calculated, every sound amplified in his ears. Somewhere beyond this forest was the compound where Mister Depay awaited. Mason had only one shot to infiltrate it before the other Emperors arrived to solidify their alliance.Juliana had delivered on her promise of a diversion. Just an hour ago, explosions had ripped through a warehouse on the far side of the city, one of Depay’s key supply depots. The resulting chaos had drawn a significant portion of his guards away, leaving the compound less fortified. But Mason knew better than to expect an easy entry. Depay wasn’t foolish enough to leave himself completely vulnerable.As Mason approached the outer perimeter of the compound, he crouched low, taking in the sight before him. Floodli
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 46: Shadows of Betrayal
The surreal glow of the dimension in which Mason found himself was hauntingly beautiful, yet the tension filling the air denied it all appeal. Darius stood before him, commanding, yet unnerving. Mason's instincts screamed at him to be on guard, yet his heart whispered of the man who had once been his mentor, a father figure of sorts.Why did you let me find you?" Mason repeated back, his voice-even despite a tight grasp on the Mythic blade-betraying wariness felt.Darius's lips had curled into a faint smirk; his eyes glittered with something hard that Mason could not quite show. "Because, Mason," he said, commencing a languid stroll across the floor, "it was time.Mason furrowed his brows. "Time for what? Time for you to explain why you vanished into thin air? Time for you to explain why you ran from everything we had built together?Darius stopped his pacing and faced Mason, his features softening for just a moment. "You think I left because I wanted to? You think I didn't fight to s
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 47: Unseen Threads
The morning sun broke through the dense forest canopy, its rays flickering over Mason as he leaned against a tree, deep in thought. The warning from the cloaked woman the night before echoed in his mind: Marked. Watched. Destiny.For years, Mason had honed his skills, learning to navigate a world filled with peril and power. He’d thought himself prepared for anything, but the weight of her cryptic message was a reminder that even he couldn’t see every move on the board.Yet doubt wasn’t an option. The Emperors, powerful figures who controlled a majority of the Mythic Items, were organizing against him. He had to stay ahead. That meant every moment of hesitation, every misstep, could be fatal.As Mason moved deeper into the forest, the sensation of being watched crept up his spine. His hand instinctively brushed the hilt of his Mythic blade as he scanned his surroundings.“Show yourself,” he called, his voice sharp and commanding.For a moment, there was silence, then a rustling sound
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 48: Reflections of the Past
The weight of what Mason had done settled heavily on his shoulders as he and Kael made their way through the dense forest. They had made a significant strike against the Emperors, but it had also drawn the attention of some very powerful enemies. As the last remnants of the explosion faded in the distance, the air around them was thick with a tension that felt like the calm before a storm.Mason’s mind was already working, analyzing every move they had made, every choice he had taken. The battle wasn’t over, and this victory, though important, was merely a piece of the larger puzzle. He had been through too much to think that the Emperors would let this stand. They would retaliate—he was sure of that.Kael, walking beside him, seemed to sense the same unease. Her eyes, scanning the terrain, never stayed in one place for long. She was constantly on guard, aware that danger could strike from any direction at any moment.“We need to move faster,” Kael said quietly, her voice sharp as she
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 49: Shadows of Allegiances
The flickering firelight cast long shadows across the camp as Mason's gaze hardened. The man standing before him was a face from his past—one he had hoped never to see again.“Ronan,” Mason said, his voice low and brimming with unease.Ronan’s thin smile deepened, his scarred face illuminated by the flames. His presence alone carried the weight of old betrayals and dangerous alliances, making even Kael shift uneasily, her bow still trained on him.“I see you remember me,” Ronan said. His voice carried an air of bitter amusement. “I wasn’t sure you would after all this time.”Kael glanced at Mason, her voice sharp. “Who is this?”“An ally once, an enemy later,” Mason replied, his tone clipped. “He’s a man who knows how to survive by playing both sides.”Ronan’s laugh was dry, humorless. “Playing both sides? That’s rich, coming from you. You’ve spent years weaving a web of destruction, but you think your motives are purer than mine?”Mason stepped forward, his grip tightening on the hil
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 50: Guardian
The narrow passage felt like it was closing in on them. Every sound—the shuffle of boots on damp stone, the faint drip of water echoing through the tunnels—seemed amplified in the silence. Mason held up his hand, signaling the group to halt. He strained his ears, trying to isolate the rumble they had heard moments earlier. It wasn’t the usual sounds of an underground passage. It was deliberate, alive, and closer now.“What is that?” Kael whispered, her voice barely audible.Ronan, standing at the back of the group, leaned against the wall, his usual smirk replaced by something resembling concern. “Sounds like a Guardian,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.“Guardian?” Mason turned sharply, his voice low but sharp. “You didn’t mention anything about a Guardian.”“I didn’t think it was still active,” Ronan said with a shrug. “Most of them were decommissioned decades ago. But I suppose Depay decided to reactivate this one.”Mason clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to lash
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 51: Cassandra
The cavern trembled violently as the glow of the crystal intensified, its pulses resonating with a sinister rhythm that made Mason's heart pound. Ronan froze mid-motion, his hands hovering over the ancient runes."This isn’t me," he said through gritted teeth. "Something’s activating it. Something else is here."Kael drew an arrow, her eyes scanning the cavern’s shadowed edges. “We’re not alone.”Before anyone could react further, a deep, guttural voice echoed through the chamber, its tone laced with malice. "You’ve come far, Mason, but you’ve stepped into a game beyond your control."Out of the shadows emerged a figure draped in flowing robes, their movements graceful yet menacing. It was Cassandra, the enigmatic strategist who had once worked alongside Mister Depay. Her piercing green eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, betraying the Mythic power coursing through her.“Cassandra,” Mason said coldly, stepping forward. “I should’ve known Depay would send you.”She smirked, tilting h
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 52: Arathion Ruins
The Ruins of Arathion stood like jagged teeth against the crimson-streaked sky, remnants of a civilization long forgotten. Mason and his group approached cautiously, their eyes scanning every shadow. The air was thick with the scent of moss and decay, the silence broken only by the occasional cry of nocturnal creatures. This was Emperor territory, and every step forward felt like tempting fate. Ronan held up a hand, signaling for the group to halt. “The energy signature ends here,” he said, pointing to a massive archway half-buried in rubble. “She’s inside.” Kael frowned, her bow already drawn. “Why would Cassandra come here? This place is a death trap.” “She’s either desperate or confident we won’t follow,” Mason replied, his voice low. “Either way, she’s wrong.” The group moved as one, slipping through the crumbling entrance. Inside, the ruins opened into a sprawling hall, its ceiling cracked and open to the night sky. Glowing symbols pulsed faintly on the walls, casting an e
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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 124:A 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 tho
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
