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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 115
He’s not gone. Selene refused to accept it. The world might have declared Kael Vale missing—dead, even—but she knew better. She had seen the look in his eyes before he vanished. The silent war raging in his head. The choice he made. And she wasn’t about to let that choice be his last. The others didn’t share her conviction. Pamela had gone silent. She spent hours in the same spot, gun in her lap, jaw clenched so tightly Selene swore she could hear her teeth grinding. Marcus barely spoke at all. He was different now—colder, his usual sarcasm replaced by an unsettling quiet. The kind of quiet that only came after witnessing something impossible. And then there was Elias. The man who had said nothing when Kael was taken. He just sat there, watching, like he had already known it would happen. Like he had expected it. And that pissed Selene off more than anything. She slammed her hands on the table. “We need to get him back.” Pamela flinched, as if the words physically struck he
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 116
Silence. Not the kind that comforted. Not the kind that gave peace. This silence was heavy—thick with something Kael couldn’t name. It settled in his chest, coiled around his ribs like an unseen force, squeezing tighter and tighter. He took a step forward. The ground beneath him was not Earth. It looked like it. But it wasn’t. The buildings stood in jagged ruins, their skeletal remains reaching toward a sky that pulsed with an unnatural glow. A dying sun. A fractured horizon. Everything was wrong. But the worst part wasn’t the destruction. It was the whispers. They drifted through the air like ghostly echoes—half-formed words, distant voices, memories that didn’t belong to him. And yet… they did. Kael inhaled sharply, shaking his head. No. This wasn’t his world. It couldn’t be. A presence loomed behind him. The lead alien—the one who had called him the key. Its voice was smooth, devoid of emotion. “You know this place.” Kael clenched his jaw. “No.” The alien didn’t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 117
The stolen ship hummed through the vast stretch of space, a tiny speck against the endless black void. The controls felt cold under Selene’s fingers as she gripped them tightly, her knuckles turning white. Every choice, every risk—they had led her here. There was no turning back now.Beside her, Pamela sat stiffly, her eyes locked onto the monitor, her fingers dancing over the controls.“We’re here,” she whispered.Selene swallowed hard. The coordinates Kael had sent had brought them to this exact point in the galaxy. And yet—something felt off.The space around them was quiet. Too quiet.Then—BOOM.A blinding explosion shattered the silence.Selene’s breath caught in her throat as a massive warship was torn apart before her eyes, its metallic hull splitting open like a wounded beast. Debris scattered into the void, floating aimlessly like shattered glass.“What the hell?” Marcus stormed to the front, his face pale as he stared at the chaos unfolding before them. “Tell me I’m seeing
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 118
Kael was dragged forward, the cold metal cuffs biting into his wrists. His feet scraped against the stone floor as two towering alien guards forced him down a long, dimly lit corridor. The air was thick—heavy with something more than just the scent of burning metal and old stone. It was the weight of judgment.He had been silent since they captured him. Since they took his weapons, bound his hands, and stripped him of any control he had left. The fight had been beaten out of him—not through violence, but through confusion.Why was this happening?The doors at the end of the corridor loomed before him—massive, carved from a black material that seemed to drink in the dim light. The guards flanked him as they reached the threshold, pausing only for a second before pushing him through.And then—He was in the Hall of Judgment.It was vast. Towering pillars lined the room, their surfaces etched with ancient symbols that pulsed faintly. At the far end, they sat.The Tribunal.Seven figures—
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 119
The battlefield was a nightmare.Explosions shattered the sky, turning it into a storm of fire and smoke. The ground trembled beneath Selene’s boots, each impact rattling her bones. The stench of burning metal and charred flesh was suffocating, filling the air with the scent of death. Screams echoed through the wreckage, blending with the relentless gunfire.She ran.Her breath was ragged, her legs burning, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.Not now.Not when he was so close.A ship crashed nearby, its hull screeching as it split apart, throwing debris in every direction. Selene ducked, shielding her face as heat scorched her skin. She could hear the dying pilot’s last, choked breath before silence swallowed him whole.Pamela groaned behind her.Selene turned.Marcus was holding Pamela against his chest, his arms shaking as he struggled to keep her upright. Blood soaked through Pamela’s uniform, dark and unforgiving, pooling at her side. Her skin had lost its warmth. She was bare
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Chapter 140
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
