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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 120
The world erupts.A white-hot explosion consumes everything. It is not fire, not heat, but something worse—something raw and untamed, swallowing the execution chamber in a blinding inferno. The sheer force of it sends shockwaves ripping through the battlefield, the ground splitting apart, walls crumbling, bodies thrown into the air like weightless debris.For a single, frozen second, there is nothing but devastation.Then—Silence.An awful, empty silence.Smoke billows from the ruins, thick and suffocating, choking the air. The acrid stench of scorched metal and burning flesh hangs heavy, settling over the battlefield like a funeral shroud.And Selene is gone.Kael screams.The sound is raw, broken, inhuman. It rips from his throat, not just a cry of agony, but something deeper—something primal. A sound that has no words, no meaning, only loss. Only devastation.His knees slam against the charred ground, his body convulsing against the weight of his restraints. He barely registers th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 121
Silence.Then, a breath.Kael gasped as his consciousness clawed its way back to the surface, his lungs seizing like he had been drowning for eternity. His body convulsed as if rejecting the very idea of existence. But there was no water. No air. Nothing. Just darkness—endless, infinite darkness.It wasn’t the darkness of night or shadow. It was something deeper, something that devoured the concept of light itself. The kind of blackness that had no beginning and no end.Kael drifted within it, untethered from reality. His limbs felt like they existed and didn’t at the same time. When he moved his hand, he wasn’t sure if it was truly his or if it was just the memory of having one. His body felt weightless, yet something pressed against him—an invisible force, ancient and watching.He tried to stand.But there was no ground. No up. No down. No direction.Yet he was awake.And something was wrong.Kael’s breath was ragged, his heart pounding against his ribs. His body… it felt foreign. N
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 122
The air was wrong.Kael could feel it before he even opened his eyes.It was heavy, thick with something he couldn’t name. It pressed against his skin, sinking into his lungs like a ghost of a long-forgotten memory. The temperature was wrong, too—too cold, too empty, like the world itself had been drained of its warmth.And beneath him, the ground wasn’t just solid. It was ancient.He could feel it through his fingertips—stone, cracked and splintered, like it had been broken and left to decay for centuries. Dust clung to his skin. The scent of something old—older than time itself—curled in the air.Kael’s fingers twitched. His limbs felt heavy, like they had been filled with lead. His body ached in ways that had nothing to do with wounds. He wasn’t just exhausted. He felt… rewritten.And then—His eyes opened.His breath caught.The world around him was ruined.A Graveyard of Forgotten TimeKael stood at the edge of a crumbling tower, looking down at a world that should not exist.The
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 123
The ruins pressed in around Kael, the weight of the impossible settling deep into his bones.He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. Minutes? Hours?Reality felt thin. Unstable.And then—he heard her.A whisper. Soft. Familiar. Impossible.“Kael.”His heart stopped.She should be dead.The name drifted through the air, wrapping around him like a ghostly thread.Kael whipped around, searching the ruins, his breath unsteady. The wind howled through the broken city, carrying only silence—but he had heard her.Selene.She was dead.He had seen it with his own eyes.The explosion. The fire. The way the world had swallowed her whole.There was no coming back from that.And yet—“Kael.”It came again. Closer. Sharper.Like an echo trapped in the air.He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. This was a trick. It had to be. His mind was playing with him, twisting his grief into something cruel.But then he saw it.A flicker.A shape in the corner of his vision.Pamela and Marcu
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 124
The moment Kael’s fist connected, the world broke.Not in the way he expected.There was no blood. No scream. No collapse.The Tribunal enforcer didn’t fall.He vanished.One second, he was there—a living, breathing soldier of the most feared force in the galaxy.The next?Gone.No body. No remains. No broken armor.The air where he had stood was undisturbed, as if he had never existed at all.It wasn’t death.It was something worse.The Battlefield Freezes.For one terrible moment, the entire battlefield held still.Even the wind that had been howling through the ruins seemed to hesitate, like it, too, was afraid.The other enforcers staggered back.Their weapons, once raised with unwavering discipline, lowered slightly.Their helmets flickered with data streams, as if trying—and failing—to process the impossible.Kael just stood there.Staring at the empty space where his enemy had once been.His breath came sharp and shallow.His hands trembled, his fingers still tingling with the
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 125
The wind howled through the ruins, carrying dust and death in equal measure. Kael barely noticed. His hands trembled in front of him, fingers flickering—not shaking, flickering.As if reality itself was struggling to keep him together.His breath hitched. His pulse pounded in his ears. He wasn’t imagining it.His body was coming apart. Piece by piece.Pamela and Marcus Demand Answers“Kael!” Pamela’s voice was sharp, laced with fear she didn’t bother hiding. “What the hell just happened?”Kael forced himself to focus. His gaze lifted to meet hers, but for a moment, he didn’t see Pamela.He saw someone else.A woman with silver eyes. A city burning behind her. A whisper in his mind:“You were never meant to survive.”The vision snapped away as quickly as it came, leaving him off balance.Pamela took a cautious step closer, blood dripping from a wound at her temple. She wasn’t just worried—she was scared.Of him.“Talk to me,” she said, voice tight. “Are you even in control anymore?”Ka
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 126
The air vibrated—not with sound, but with a presence so vast it seemed to press down on the battlefield itself. Every soldier, every war machine, every broken body left in the dirt—they all seemed insignificant compared to what had just arrived.Above them, the sky ripped open.It wasn’t a ship.It wasn’t a machine.It was alive.A thing of shifting void and pulsing light, its form stretched and twisted, as if struggling to stay anchored in reality. It had no face, no solid shape—only a mass of tendrils, burning constellations trapped within its depths, and a presence that threatened to unmake everything around it.Pamela stumbled backward, her breath caught in her throat. “What the hell is that?”Marcus stood frozen beside her, his grip tightening on his weapon—a useless instinct, because they had no weapons for this.His voice came out hoarse. “That’s not something we can kill.”The Battlefield Erupts into ChaosThe Tribunal’s forces, so sure of their control, were now scattering li
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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
