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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 107
They Were Never Meant to LeaveThe ground trembled beneath them, a violent, shuddering quake that sent cracks spiderwebbing across the concrete floor. Overhead, fluorescent lights flickered wildly, casting erratic, twisting shadows against the ruined walls of the facility. Some of the bulbs shattered, their glass raining down like jagged tears, the smell of burning wires thick in the air.And above them—The sky tore open.It wasn’t natural.It wasn’t a storm.It was a wound, a gaping rift in the fabric of the world itself. Clouds churned in a vortex around the rupture, but inside—inside was something else. Not darkness. Not light. Something vast. Something that pulsed, shifting with colors that didn’t exist in any spectrum known to man.Selene’s breath hitched.Her hands trembled as her screen erupted in chaos, alarms blaring through her earpiece, lines of corrupted code cascading across her interface. The screen flickered wildly, systems failing one by one, as if reality itself had
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 108
The world had stopped breathing.Not metaphorically.Not in some poetic, distant way.No.It had stopped. Literally.The air around them felt wrong, thick and unmoving, as if something unseen had wrapped around it, crushing the very concept of movement. There was no wind. No rustling of leaves. No distant echoes of life.It was as if the planet itself had been caught in a suffocating grip.Kael felt it first. The unnatural pressure in the atmosphere. The tightness in his chest, like the air was resisting his lungs instead of filling them. His fingers twitched at his sides, muscles tightening instinctively, his entire body rejecting the stillness.Then, the others felt it.The silence was suffocating.But it was the sky that finally shattered the illusion that they were still standing on the same world they had known.The sky wasn’t just splitting.It was coming apart.Not like glass breaking. Not like a storm rolling in. No—this was something far worse.The clouds unraveled, twisting
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 109
Gunfire erupted.It was instinct, pure and unfiltered.Pamela and Marcus didn’t hesitate. Their weapons sang in a deadly chorus, bullets slicing through the air, burning hot streaks of vengeance aimed directly at the unknown.Their movements were precise, trained, battle-hardened. They had fought countless battles, survived through sheer force of will and relentless skill.And yet—Something was wrong.The creatures—the things that had descended from the sky—stood unmoving.Not dodging.Not flinching.Not fighting back.Pamela’s heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through her veins like fire. But beneath the chaos, beneath the sharp, rhythmic pull of her trigger, a slow, cold dread was creeping in.She had been in too many battles, had watched too many enemies crumble, had seen the raw destruction that bullets could cause.This was different.Her mind screamed that something wasn’t right.Her body didn’t care.She reloaded. Hands steady, movements seamless. Years of training told her n
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 110
The world had never felt so silent.Not when Kael had first woken up in the middle of a massacre, his hands slick with blood he didn’t remember spilling, his breath ragged, his mind fractured.Not when he had stood over the lifeless body of the only father figure he had ever known, staring down at the gaping wound in his chest, wondering—terrified—if it had been his own hand that had pulled the trigger.Not when he had clawed through the jagged, broken remnants of a past that was never truly his, sifting through lies, through half-truths, through stories told to keep him in the dark.Because now—Now, there was no more running.The truth stood before him, impossible and undeniable.He was never human.Not stolen.Not altered.Not some experiment gone wrong.He was never one of them to begin with.Kael’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest rising and falling in unsteady, erratic rhythm. His mind rejected it—screamed against it—but it didn’t matter.Truth doesn’t care about wha
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 111
The moment felt like the end of everything.Or maybe, the beginning.Kael could feel the weight of it pressing down on his chest, an unbearable force that wrapped around his ribs, tightening like an unseen vice. It wasn’t fear. No, he had known fear before—its icy grip, its gnawing whispers. This was different. This was finality, the irreversible pull of a choice that had already been made long before he’d even realized it.His breath was slow, measured, but his pulse pounded like war drums in his ears. A part of him wanted to resist, to cling to the frayed edges of what he knew, but there was no place left for hesitation. His fate had already been sealed.And when he spoke, when he uttered the words that should have changed everything—Nothing.The air swallowed his voice before it could even reach the ears of his team. A cruel, unnatural silence.Pamela was the first to react. Her entire body went rigid, fists clenching at her sides as though she could anchor herself through sheer f
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 112
Kael was slipping away.Selene saw it happen before her mind could even process it.It wasn’t just light. It wasn’t just energy. It was something else—something that bent the laws of existence, twisting the very air around him like a living thing. The glow surrounding him pulsed, rippling through space itself, as if the universe itself had decided to take him back.He was being taken.Selene lunged before logic could catch up, before reason could remind her that this was impossible.“Kael, don’t do this.”The words ripped from her throat before she could stop them, edged with something she didn’t want to name. Panic? Desperation?Selene wasn’t the type to panic. She wasn’t the type to lose control, to let emotions override logic. She had spent her life calculating every possibility, every outcome, every variable that could turn the tide of a battle before it even began.But this?This wasn’t part of the equation.This wasn’t something she had accounted for.Pamela was shaking. Actuall
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 113
The world burned with questions.Kael Vale.His name had become something more than just a name. It was an obsession. A symbol. A dividing line between those who believed in the impossible and those who feared it.Every broadcast, every news cycle, every desperate, grasping conspiracy theory in the dark corners of the internet latched onto his disappearance like vultures on a fresh corpse.He was missing.But in the eyes of the world, he was more than that.To some, he was dead—swallowed whole by whatever force had taken him, another casualty in humanity’s ever-growing list of the unknown.To others, he was a traitor.A defector.A man who had abandoned Earth, handed himself over to something beyond their comprehension, beyond their understanding.Neither story had proof.And yet, the world chose sides anyway.DEEP SPACE GROUP COLLAPSES.The headline blared across every screen, every device, every paper that still bothered to print in an age where truth was a matter of perspective.Th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 114
Darkness.It wasn’t just the absence of light—it was something deeper, something absolute. A void pressing against his skin, stretching endlessly in every direction. It had no weight, no sound, no form. It simply was.Kael Vale had no sense of time here. No concept of up or down, of before or after. His mind floated, untethered, lost in something far beyond his comprehension.And yet—A sensation.A flicker of something that wasn’t nothing.A breath.Sharp. Sudden. Like being dragged from deep water.His lungs expanded, but the air—or whatever passed for air—felt different. Heavier. Denser. It filled his chest with a slow, burning sensation, sending a violent shudder through his body.He gasped, the sound lost in the emptiness around him. His fingers twitched. His limbs responded sluggishly, as though waking from a sleep that had lasted far too long.And then—his eyes snapped open.Kael Vale awoke to a world that was not his own.–––The sky stretched above him, an alien canvas of swi
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The wind had stopped.There was no sound anymore. Not even the sound of their own breathing.The sky—if it could still be called that—was cracked wide open, like glass that had been dropped from the heavens. Beyond it, darkness churned. Not empty darkness, but alive. Moving. Watching.Kael stood at the edge of it all, his fists clenched, his pulse thundering in his ears.He had faced monsters. Gods. His own brother. Himself.But nothing… nothing had ever made him feel like this.Not until now.Because they weren’t just coming.They were here.From the breach in the sky, shapes descended.Not ships.Not beings.Not anything that made sense.They shimmered and shifted, like liquid shadows draped in light. Their forms refused to settle. No eyes, no mouths—just moving, breathing erasure. Wherever they passed, the world disappeared. Ground dissolved. Stone turned to vapor. Even the memory of what was there—gone.Not broken. Erased.Pamela took a slow step back. Her lips parted, but no soun
Chapter 139
The wind changed.It wasn’t a gust. It wasn’t even wind in the way they knew it.It was as if the air itself was panicking. Like the very molecules wanted to flee.Above them, the sky wasn’t just dark anymore—it was splitting. Not like a crack. No lightning. No thunder. It was peeling. The stars bent unnaturally, as if a god’s hand was pulling the curtain of reality back to reveal what hid behind it.And whatever that thing was—it was coming through.Kael stood in the center of the shattered ground, still, his eyes fixed on the sky. His breathing had slowed. His hands were no longer shaking.The Tribunal—the all-powerful force that had chased him across lifetimes—suddenly… backed away.Literally.Their faceless enforcers lowered their weapons.Their shimmering cloaked elders turned their heads up.And without a word… they vanished.Gone.No retreat orders. No final words. Just silence, and then—absence.Pamela stumbled forward, blood still fresh on her temple, her voice tight. “What t
Chapter 138
Kael wasn’t breathing.Not because he couldn’t—but because something inside him had frozen.Not fear. Not confusion.Recognition.A truth buried for lifetimes had just opened its eyes inside him.The Tribunal’s final weapon hovered behind him, pulsing with raw, ancient energy. The battlefield crackled beneath their feet. Elias stood a few paces away, strangely calm, arms crossed, eyes on Kael like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.Pamela was kneeling beside Marcus, who was barely conscious, his skin still shifting under the aftershock of Kael’s unleashed power. Neither of them spoke. They couldn’t. Something bigger than all of them had just cracked open the sky.Kael took a slow step forward, and then another.And then it hit him.A rush of heat behind his eyes. Pressure in his chest. The world bent sideways, and—He dropped.Darkness.Except it wasn’t empty.Flashes. Slices of memory, jagged and violent, began tearing through his mind.A voice echoed across the space inside
Chapter 137
Kael stood still as the sky split further open.The battlefield had become quiet—too quiet. No sound of wind, no distant thunder, not even the groan of broken metal. Just silence.Not even the Tribunal spoke anymore.They hovered like insects on the edge of death, their broken constructs twitching in place as if they could sense what was coming. Not even in their worst nightmares had they planned for this.Then it came.Not with fury. Not with fire.But with stillness.Like the moment right before death. The last breath before the void.A shadow… stretching across the torn sky. Not cast by any light, but by the absence of it.It descended slowly. Gracefully.Its form was impossible to define—shifting, alive, yet ancient beyond time. Eyes blinked across its body, then vanished. Its skin looked like cracked stone and starlight. When it moved, it bent space itself. The air didn’t vibrate. It submitted.Pamela collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, gasping.“Don’t look at it,” Marcu
Chapter 136
The sky didn’t settle after the Tribunal vanished.It writhed.Lightning danced across colors that had no name. The ground trembled beneath them, and a sound like the grinding of history echoed from above. It wasn’t thunder. It was older. It was the groaning of something waking up—something that should have stayed asleep.Kael stood there, motionless, his chest rising and falling like he had just climbed out of a grave.Elias walked toward him, slowly.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Elias said, his voice low. “You didn’t just kill the Tribunal. You cracked the seal.”Kael’s fingers clenched. His veins pulsed with that strange light again.“They lied,” he muttered. “They told me I was the threat. But I was just the door.”Pamela stood to the side, her body still not fully recovered from the changes the Tribunal’s failed erasure had caused. But she held her ground.“Kael…” she said, voice shaking. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it. It’s in the air. It’s—”A pulse rippled across the h
Chapter 135
The battlefield was silent.Not the kind of silence that came after victory. This was the kind that made your skin crawl, your heart pause, and your breath catch. Like the whole universe had stopped to see what would happen next.Kael stood in the center of it all. Head bowed. Shoulders rising and falling slowly. Steam curled from his skin, rising into the shattered sky.He should’ve been dead.No one should have survived that.But Kael… wasn’t like anyone anymore.Pamela stared at him from a distance, clutching her side where blood still seeped from a wound she barely noticed now.“He’s… different,” she whispered.Marcus didn’t speak. He just watched Kael. His jaw clenched. His hands ready—but also shaking.Kael slowly looked up.His eyes were not human.They were black with flecks of deep gold—swirling, shifting, like galaxies trapped in his gaze. His skin pulsed faintly with an unnatural glow, and the scars that once marked his body were gone. Replaced by something older. Symbols.
Chapter 134
The world was a blur of broken time and unraveling reality. Kael’s breath caught in his throat as he stood before the one he had seen in the void—his predecessor, his reflection, his origin.The man didn’t look divine. He didn’t wear armor forged in celestial fires, or glow with the radiance of ancient stars. No.He looked tired. Scarred. Worn down by lifetimes of battles that never truly ended.Yet there was something in his eyes. Something beyond time. Something godlike.Kael opened his mouth. “What are you?”The original Kael turned toward him, slow and steady, his footsteps echoing like thunder over glass.“You mean what were we,” the original said quietly. “Before they broke us. Before they cut us down piece by piece and buried our names.”Kael swallowed hard. “You’re me.”“No,” the original replied. “You’re me. But I’m what came first. Before the Tribunal. Before the Director. Before the concept of control ever existed.”“I was the mistake they couldn’t afford to let repeat.”
Chapter 133
Silence.But it wasn’t the silence of peace.It was the kind of silence that crushed your thoughts, stretched out your heartbeat, and made you feel like time had forgotten you.Kael stood in a place that wasn’t a place.It had no ceiling, no floor—only infinite darkness, shimmering with fractured lights that blinked in and out like dying stars.He wasn’t falling.He wasn’t floating.He simply was.And he wasn’t alone.At first, he thought it was another hallucination.The pressure in his chest.The flickers of memories that didn’t belong to him.Faces he had never seen. Deaths he had never died.But they kept coming.Kael saw himself standing in a city that looked like Cresmont—but older, more advanced, with skybridges lined in silver light. That version of him wore a black coat, armor laced with glowing veins. His eyes were sharp. Cold.Then it changed.Another Kael. This one… younger. Cleaner. Standing in a white room, smiling at people he didn’t recognize. A scientist? A subject?A
Chapter 132
The sky was already broken. The cracks shimmered like fractured glass, bending starlight into twisted halos. Wind no longer moved in natural patterns. It pulsed—like breath from a dying god.Kael stood at the center of it all, chest rising and falling as if his very lungs were struggling to keep him rooted in a reality that no longer obeyed the rules.And then… they came.The Tribunal.Not projections. Not holograms. Not seated on their usual golden thrones.This time, they descended themselves.Six figures cloaked in shadows and silver, floating above the ruined city with gravity that bent the air around them. Their voices echoed before their mouths moved, as if time itself bent to their will.“You were warned,” one of them spoke.“You were judged,” whispered another.“And now… you are to be undone.”Kael narrowed his eyes. “You can’t stop what’s already broken.”“We don’t intend to stop it,” the High Warden said. “We intend to erase it. And you.”With that, the sky split wider—and
