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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 84: The choice that is Left
Only the sound of wind passing in silence across the battlefield, as the world had with the 1st Minnesota. The Ascended now remained motionless, their bright forms twinkling like stars just held to this plane. The Emperors, once proud and unyielding, now knelt before forces they could neither comprehend, nor defy. And in the heart of the cyclone, Mason teetered on the brink of choice that would change all things.Two paths. Two fates.“Look at them now,” said Emperor Darius, his voice sore with bitterness. “The mighty have fallen — haven’t we?” He laughed, a sound that didn't quite travel, a hollow thing across the broken land.“Silence,” ordered another Emperor, Regina, although her own voice shook. “Even still you jest our predicament?”The Ascended's words felt like anchors on his shoulders, more burdensome than any battle তিনি knew how to take. The throne was lost, its power scattered like cinder in the wind. But echoes of its influence remained, promising what yet could be.“I ca
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 85: The weight of a choice
As the voice of the Ascended faded, Mason's chest heaved up and down in his nascent exchange with fate. Everything was silent on the battlefield apart from the gasping breaths of the Emperors and the dying sparks of energy flickering away from the disintegrated throne. He often felt the vision of his two possible futures quake within his mind, the details growing more distinct from each other with each visit.Scarlett’s grip on his shoulder held steady, anchoring him. He felt the subtle tremor of her fingers, the unvoiced supplication that whatever decision he made this time would not devour him whole."What does it mean?" Mason’s voice wavered, one hundred tornados raging in the eye of his mind. "To choose?"She woke from Emperor Regina, shoulders steeped in boredom. “It means all of that: to become what we became,” she said quietly. “To lose yourself bit by bit, thinking with every bit that you’re doing the right thing.”The lead Ascended took a slow step forward, shimmering with et
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 86: The Burden of a Crown
And still, the battlefield vibrated with the remnants of intense power—the echoes of the Ascended still threaded into the air. The Emperors, once bastions of ultimate power, stayed kneeling, their faces stuck halfway between wonder and fear.The enormous weight of his decision formed like an iron cage, squeezing at Mason's chest and holding him in place like a prisoner in the middle of the free world. The visions of the two paths laid out before him by the Ascended still danced at the fringes of his mind—a future of utter subjugation or a future of liberation. But even then, the actual consequences of either choice have remained hazy.Scarlett’s fingers rested on his shoulder still, grounding him. “No matter what you choose, you won’t be by yourself.”Mason breathed slowly, his fists balled and unballed. His eyes rose to the lead Ascended, its ethereal gaze locked onto his with a burning intensity.“You’re asking me how the world ends,” Mason said, his voice steady but strained. “And
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 87: Fractured Fates
That battlefield still buzzed with the remnants of energy, with the residue of broken worlds hanging thick in the atmosphere. Mason stood in the balance of fate, the slings and arrows of the Ascended’s tongue still felt on his skull. Some of the Emperors were still on their knees, while others glared at her with barely restrained defiance, watching everything they had fought for unravel.Scarlett’s presence was solid beside him, and Mason panted, sharpening his breath. The decision he faced was a monumental one. The throne had crumbled, the cycle shattered, yet the Ascended remained, their glowing forms flickering like liquid stars.“You hesitate,” the lead Ascended said, tilting its head. "Why?"Mason clenched his fists. “Because this is not as easy as you make it sound. You stop short — you give me a choice, but I don’t even know what that choice really means.'”"Do you not?" the Ascended asked. “One way leads to the restoring of order, as you imagine it. One runs straight toward ch
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 88: The Unseen Hand
The rippled reflection of the world shimmered above them, as if they looked up through a disturbed surface of water. Mason’s breath stuttered as he saw it — the cities unmelted, the people living as if nothing was the matter. Like everything he had ever fought for had suddenly been erased.”“How is this possible?” Scarlett hissed, her eyes pinned on the mirage above.“It is not an illusion,” the voice of the lead Ascended stated, devoid of all emotion. “It is the world as it should have stayed.”Mason’s fists clenched. “No. I made my choice. I broke the cycle. That world shouldn’t be there anymore.”The figures in the stars remained frozen, their blazing eyes never leaving his. “You misunderstand, Mason. “The cycle was never yours to break.”The words hit him like a hammer. His stomach twisted; anger flared in his chest. “What the hell does that mean?”The presence of the Ascended seemed to thicken the air, as if reality itself bowed to their authority. “Your will may be strong, but y
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 89: The Broken truth
Everything fell away around Mason as the entity’s words settled into his bones. Assume the throne… or become an echo.He was overcome with a cold, creeping instinct, as if reality itself were fraying at the cuffs and he was the first one to fall through. His limbs felt shaky, his mind darting between this moment, the past and the nightmarish potential future that wasn’t his to govern.Scarlett was holding his wrist even tighter. “Mason.” Her voice sliced through the storm raging in his mind. “Don’t listen to it.”But how could he not?The vision still seared behind his eyes, a world in which his efforts had been impotent. Another hand to maintain the grip, now tighter, now more unquestioning. The thing had never been to rule or to reject power. It had always been something darker.A cruel illusion of control.Mason squeezed his fists, his nails digging into his hands. “I already made up my mind,” he said, putting strength into his voice. “I won’t take the throne.”The presence of the
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 90: The war that was never meant to be
It was like a battlefield charged with more than raw, uncontained energy. As soon as Mason said those words—You lose—the thing lurched like some wounded animal, its molten heart throbbing violently.The very air twisted. Space itself fractured.Mason had only played a quick game of "cover your eyes" before the explosion itself, so powerful that it tore the sky, exploded across the devastated field. The Emperors who were kneeling were hurled back like discarded dolls. The Ascended stumbled, their astral lustre stuttering, starshine against void.Scarlett reached for Mason—she barely touched him before a black tendril yanked her away.“SCARLETT!”Mason stepped in, but the shadows yawned like a endless chasm and consumed her whole.“No—” His voice broke, fury and fright colliding in his chest like wildfire.And then, the thing that walks in the shadows spoke — not in words, but in something far worse.It was in his bones. In his mind.“You misunderstand, Mason.”The battlefield distorted
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 91: Into the Abyss
When Mason dove into the chasm, the world evaporated.There was no ground underfoot, no sky overhead — only an endless, swirling void expanding in every direction. The air was thick, hot, stinging him with heavy hands like his skin was alive, flaying him with their invisible claws.Tropical wasn’t the proper word to call it. This place was an absence itself — the absence of light, of sound, of time.Mason’s breath was ragged. His body was light but so heavy too. Every motion came slow as if he were wading into something heavy and viscous.And then, the whispers began.They weren’t voices. Not exactly.They were fragments — broken thoughts, broken memories, echoes of things that had never been said. They coiled through his mind, winding around his thoughts like smoke.You did this.You broke the cycle.You freed it.Mason clenched his jaw. “Shut up.”The voices did not obey.They grew louder. More insistent.You are no savior. You are no hero. You are a mistake.Mason pushed himself fo
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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
