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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 67: Vashti’s illusions
Mason stood at the edge of the battlefield, his breathing steady despite the raging storm of energy crackling in the distance. The Emperors had made their move, forcing him into a confrontation he had tried to delay. Now, there was no turning back.His mind worked rapidly, analyzing every possibility. He had spent years preparing for this, but nothing could have fully equipped him for the reality of facing multiple Emperors at once. They were legends, each wielding power that could reshape the world. But Mason was no longer the boy they had once dismissed. He was something else entirely something even he was still discovering.As he adjusted his grip on his Mythic Blade, a surge of energy pulsed through his body. It was an unfamiliar sensation, different from anything he had felt before. It wasn’t just the blade’s powerthis was something deeper, something within him. His recent battles had pushed him past his limits, awakening abilities he never knew existed. But this was different. I
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 68: Realization
Mason’s entire body ached from the force of the impact, but his mind remained sharp. He had fought battles against Emperors before, each one more dangerous than the last, but something about Depay felt different. Stronger. Untouchable. The force that had sent Mason reeling wasn’t just raw power. It was something far more complex, something that twisted the very fabric of the battlefield. He pushed himself up, his breathing steady but heavy. The Emperors stood before him in a loose formation, their expressions unreadable. They were powerful in their own right, but even they seemed wary of Depay. That was the first thing Mason noticed. The second was the faint shimmer in the air around him, as if reality itself warped in his presence. Depay took a slow step forward, his posture relaxed but commanding. “You're beginning to understand.” His voice carried an amused tone, as though he had been waiting for Mason to reach this realization. “That’s good. I was beginning to think you’d never
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 69: The Rift Opens
The battlefield lay in eerie silence, broken only by the low hum of energy crackling in the air. The sky, once clear, was now split open, revealing an abyss of swirling darkness. Mason had fought against powerful adversaries before, but this this was something else entirely.The rift pulsed violently, and Mason felt its force pressing against him like an unseen weight. He could see the Emperors exchanging glances, their usual confidence shaken. Depay, for once, did not wear his smug expression. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the entity within the rift.A deep, guttural voice echoed through the space.“The cycle is broken.”The voice didn’t belong to any of the Emperors. It came from inside the rift, from the shadowy figure that had yet to fully emerge. Mason felt a strange familiarity in the presence, but he couldn’t place it.Depay finally spoke, his voice tight with unease. “This was not supposed to happen yet.”Mason’s eyes flicked toward him. “You keep saying that. What wasn’t sup
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 70: The Key to Everything
Mason’s breath hitched as he locked eyes with the figure at the edge of the battlefield.It wasn’t possible.And yet, there they stood calm, poised, and unmistakably powerful.A version of himself.Dressed in a sleek, obsidian suit, his doppelgänger exuded a chilling aura of control. But it wasn’t just his appearance that set Mason on edge it was the key he held in his palm. A luminescent shard, pulsating with raw energy.The true power behind everything.The entity, still flickering and unstable, did not attack. It merely hovered in the space between them, as if waiting.The Emperors, bruised and battered, struggled to rise. Depay was the first to speak. “What the hell… is that?”Mason took a step forward, feeling the weight of a reality he was only now beginning to understand. “That’s not ‘what’… it’s ‘who’.” His voice was steady, but his mind was racing. “That’s me.”His counterpart smirked. “Took you long enough.”Mason clenched his fists. “You’re the one who’s been pulling the st
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 71: Emperor’s Deception
Mason stood at the heart of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping across the shifting chaos around him. Smoke curled in the air, thick and heavy, carrying the scent of scorched earth and blood. The clash of metal and the sharp cries of warriors filled the night, but Mason remained calm his mind razor-sharp, his focus unbreakable.The Emperors had finally revealed their full force, but Mason had expected this. In the past, they had overwhelmed their enemies with sheer might, executing their strategies with terrifying precision. But Mason was no ordinary foe. He had spent his time preparing for this confrontation, gathering intelligence, analyzing their weaknesses, and constructing a counter-strategy that would turn their confidence into their downfall.Across the battlefield, the Emperors stood in a formidable formation, their presence an undeniable force of power. Each one commanded legions of elite warriors, moving with synchronized efficiency. This was no ordinary skirmish this was an
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 72: The Surge of Power
The battlefield was in complete chaos. The air crackled with the energy of Mythic Items clashing, sending sparks flying with every impact. Mason weaved through the fray, dodging attacks with precision. His body moved on instinct, faster and sharper than ever before.Across from him, his opponent one of the strongest warriors under Depay’s command towered with an aura of unshakable confidence. The man wielded a colossal warhammer, the head of which shimmered with an eerie golden glow, marking it as a high-tier Mythic Item.Mason tightened his grip on his own weapon. He had faced countless opponents before, but this battle felt different. A strange energy stirred within him, rising like a dormant force awakening from a deep slumber. His pulse quickened.Depay, standing atop a ruined structure in the distance, watched with an amused expression. "You're holding back, Mason," he called out. "I can feel it. Why don’t you unleash your full potential?"Mason ignored him. He had no time for De
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 73: Fractured Destiny
Mason's body tensed as the darkness enveloped him. It wasn’t the emptiness of unconsciousness it was something deeper, something alive. A force pulsed through the void, wrapping around him like an unseen current, tugging at something inside him that he didn’t yet understand.Then, he heard it.A heartbeat.Not his own.It echoed like a drum, slow and deliberate, reverberating through the void like a distant storm. The sound sent shivers down his spine.And then, a voice followed."You were never meant to be here."Mason clenched his fists, his breath steady despite the overwhelming weight of the unseen force pressing down on him. "Who are you?"The voice hummed in amusement."The better question is… who are you?"The void shifted. Images flashed before Mason’s eyes moments from his past, but distorted. He saw himself fighting, training, struggling. But in each vision, something was wrong.In some, he was absent. In others, he was… different.A version of him stood at the top of a burn
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 74: The Arrival of the Unknown
The battlefield was no longer just a stage for human warriors.As the sky split open, a massive figure descended, its presence warping the very air. Mason had fought many adversariesEmperors, warlords, even mythical beings but this was something beyond comprehension.Its form shifted between solid and ethereal, its body wrapped in swirling energy that defied logic. An entity of raw power, something Mason instinctively knew did not belong to this world.This was the force controlling everything from the shadows.Depay smirked, stepping back as if in reverence. The other Emperors did the same, lowering their heads in silent acknowledgment.Mason’s eyes narrowed. So this was it. The true enemy.The entity hovered above them, its voice resonating in the air without a mouth to speak."You have upset the balance, Mason. You were meant to perish long before reaching this moment."Mason’s grip on his weapon tightened. "I don’t care what I was ‘meant’ to do. I make my own path."The air around
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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
