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Mason’s Revenge Chapter 94: Shadows of the Aftermath
The battlefield was silent.A silence so profound, so unnatural, that it made Mason’s ears ring. No more screams. No more shadows. Only the afterimages of Scarlett’s golden light dancing on the desolate landscape.He had hardly realized he was still holding his breath.”Scarlett swayed on her feet as the last remnants of her released power faded like embers into the air, her skin still faintly glowing. Mason stepped tentatively toward her.“Scarlett?” His voice was soft, unsure.She looked back at him, her eyes of gold dulling to fatigue. For a moment he thought she might pass out. But she remained standing.“I — ” She opened her mouth, only to find there were no words.Then, her legs gave out.Mason lunged forward, grabbing her before she fell to the ground. Her body was cold as ice, her breathing shallow. He could sense how tired she was, how thoroughly it had cost her — the enormity of what she had done.But she was alive.And the abyss was gone.For a long moment, he simply held h
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 95: The weight of the Abyss
Mason’s breath caught in his throat as Scarlett made contact with the dirt. For the span of a moment, he immobilized. His chest crushed against his ribs, his body arrested by panic.Then his impulsiveness kicked in, and he was on his knees next to her if only he hadn’t been in his heart lurching for salvation.There was one word on his tongue, one name he dared to call her. “Scarlett.” His timbre was pointed to the point of these words.No response. It only made Mason’s grasp clench harder into her shoulders. “Scarlett, wake up,” he repeated, each word fastened by stress. She was a pale girl. Too pale.The golden flash dwelling back into her irises slowly lightened again, nearly failing with each second, just as the extinguished candle’s light served as the final resolution in her fight, but it was not. It was like she was still trucked up against something; just not utterly entrenched in the Abyss.Mason’s stomach contorted. Not after all this. Not while she had struggled herself ove
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 96: The Abyss calls
It had never been quiet in the world.Even in times of peace, there had always been something—the whir of the wind, the far-off thrum of energy, the pulse of existence itself.But now?Now, there was nothing.An absence deeper than silence fell over the battlefield. It was suffocating, unnatural — a vacuum where nary a sound cared to come.It was all happening around him, and Scarlett still hung limply in his arms, his fingers locking into her as if the sheer force of will alone could keep her bound to him.But the world had shifted.Reality felt… thin.Like something was stripping it away, layer by layer.And then—A whisper.Not a voice, not really. More like a feeling, a pressure against his thoughts, seeping like ink into water."You think you can defy us?"Mason’s breath hitched. It wasn’t the first time he had heard the Abyss speak to him. It had mocked him before, led him on, tempted him.But this was different.It didn’t just speak to him.It was pressing against him.Like it
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 97: A day to remember
Mason hardly had time to register the cold ground under him before Scarlett took a deep, ragged breath. She flailed in his arms, whole body convulsing as her fingers clawed his shirt, desperate to ground herself to reality.He held her tight. "Scarlett—"Her breath quickened in fits and starts, her rib cage expanding and contracting in staccato pants. Her eyes — no longer lost in shadow — careened around, as if to find herself still caught in the void.“Mason…” Her voice was raw, hardly louder than a whisper. “Where—?”“You’re here. You’re back.” His arms closed tightly around her, as if afraid she might disappear again. "You're safe."But was she?Because even while saying it, even staring into her familiar gaze, he could still sense it—thrumming just beneath her skin remnants of something foreign.Scarlett quivered, her nails embedding into his arms. “I could hear them,” she whispered. "I could feel them. They were inside me, Mason. They — ” She shivered violently. "They didn’t want
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 98: The Witcher
Mason closed his eyes.He could still hear the sound of everything that had brought him here: the ringing of battle, the whispers of the throne, the cries of the Emperors as they had their power taken from them. The world they had lived in before was gone and it was broken beyond repair.But in this place, amidst the lack of tangible reality, something new was ready to be born.He opened his eyes.Scarlett stood by his side, watching him closely. She’d always been his rock—the voice of reason when temptation loomed above him, the calm center when all else fell to pieces. She didn’t pressure him, didn’t ask for an answer.She simply waited.Mason looked out at the void surrounding them. If this void between the worlds was really empty, really empty of every force that governed reality, then he could make what he wanted of it. He had to choose what happened next.But the question still lingered — what should he copy?A world ruled by power? No. He had witnessed what total power did to p
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 99: Witchers World
Gold and violet colours bled across the sky of the new world in unnatural patterns, like a warped canvas. Mason stood at the precipice of the grand city he had built from the ashes, his gaze sweeping the skyline, seeking. He felt the weight of creation heavy on his shoulders and the burden of creation beginning to gnaw at him; his power was absolute but that power came at a price that he was starting to feel.Scarlett hovered by his side, arms folded, keen eyes. “Something’s wrong.”Mason exhaled slowly. “You feel it too?”She nodded. “The air is... off. Like something is changing under the skin. I don’t believe the Ascended are done with us.”Mason’s jaw tightened. He had broken the cycle of the old world, rewritten the laws of existence, and yet already some unseen force turned against him.A flickering shadow appeared at the edge of his vision. The Watcher.Mason didn’t turn. “You’re awfully quiet.”The Watcher, wrapped in its eternal mantle of variable shadow and light, advanced.
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 100: Ruins of the Past
The silence lingered as Mason and Scarlett walked next to each other. Behind them were the ruins of their past, ahead of them — no idea. Mason had, for the first time in his life, no battle to fight, no enemy to kill, no war to win.And that terrified him.Scarlett must have sensed his silence because she shot him a look. “You’re thinking too hard.”Mason let out a slow breath. “It’s just... strange.”“What is?”“This.” He waved vaguely at the horizon, at the empty world that was awaiting them. “For so long, each step I took was counted. And even when I didn’t know the whole story, there was always something propelling me forward. A goal. A war. An enemy.” His voice dipped lower. “Now, I don’t even know where we’re headed.”Scarlett shrugged. “Then we’ll wing it from there.”Mason scoffed. “You make it sound easy.”“It kind of is.”He gave her a doubtful look.Scarlett sighed and came to a halt. “Look, I know you. You are not good with peace because you have never had peace. You don’t
Mason’s Revenge Chapter 101: Past surfaced
For a long time, Mason and Scarlett walked in silence away from the wreckage of the battlefield. The terrain where they walked was uneven, mined by the battle just finished. The sky, still healing, the wound above them finally beginning to seal shut, leaving only traces of golden light where the Ascended had vanished. Mason stared straight ahead, but his thoughts were a long way from clear. The burden of all that had happened weighed on him like an iron chain. The throne was gone. The cycle was broken. The Emperors were power less. And yet something gnawed at him. Scarlett must have picked up on it, because she looked at him, her tone low but firm. “But you think too much again.” Mason let out a wind through his nose. “You keep saying that as if it’s something I could just stop doing.” Scarlett smirked slightly. “You can’t, but you can discuss it.” He hesitated. What was he supposed to say? That, though he had done everything he could, it still didn’t seem over? That some p
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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
