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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 145
Kael stood in silence, staring at the console.The screen had gone black. But the data hadn’t stopped pouring in.Something was still running. Still uploading.Pamela leaned over the interface, eyes scanning the flickering code. “It’s… it’s not just a message,” she said, voice tight. “It’s a compressed archive. A memory core.”Marcus stepped closer. “Memory core? Like… recorded thoughts?”Pamela shook her head slowly. “Not thoughts. Lives. An entire chunk of Selene’s consciousness—locked and buried inside that last file.”Elias tilted his head slightly. “A memory bomb.”Kael barely heard them.The second the system triggered, he’d felt it. Deep. Buried. Like something inside his chest had cracked open.The memory surged.And he fell.He wasn’t in the ruined city anymore.He was there.In the past.Selene stood in front of him—hair shorter, eyes sharper, clothes stained with dirt and blood. She was inside the Tribunal stronghold, walking halls Kael had never seen. Her face was hard, un
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 146
The world was broken.Kael could feel it under his boots with every step. The ground wasn’t just crumbling—it was rewriting itself. One second, he was walking over cracked stone, and the next, he was stepping through rivers of frozen light. Then, clouds. Then, something he couldn’t even describe.They were close.Too close.Pamela stumbled behind him, clutching her head. Her skin flickered between flesh and something else—something transparent, almost spectral.Marcus wasn’t doing any better. He kept glancing around, confused, whispering things that didn’t make sense.Kael slowed down, trying to steady them with his voice. “Stay close. Focus.”Pamela blinked hard, as if trying to drag herself back to reality. “I… I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”Marcus stumbled against a wall made of what looked like black glass. His breath came in harsh, shallow pants. “I keep… jumping. One second we’re here, the next—I’m somewhere else.”Kael reached out, steadying Marcus with a firm hand. The pul
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 147
The ground felt wrong under Kael’s boots.It looked like Earth—the cracked streets, the hollow buildings, the faded billboards fluttering in nonexistent wind—but none of it was real. He could feel it deep in his bones.The weight of memories that didn’t belong.The pull of a reality stitched together from lies.Still, he moved forward, every step heavier than the last.There was no sky above him.No sun.No stars.Only a swirling, endless darkness, a thick, suffocating void that pressed down on him until every breath felt like dragging knives through his lungs.His heart pounded louder than his footsteps.Each beat an echo that didn’t quite belong to him.Something was waiting for him.Something patient.Something inevitable.And he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet it.A figure stood in the middle of the empty road ahead.Kael slowed, muscles coiled tight, eyes narrowing.The figure turned.And Kael almost stopped breathing.It was… him.But not him.This Kael wore miner’s clothes, dust-
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 148
The broken mirrors floated in the blackness, endless and sharp.Each one showed a different Kael.A different life.A different end.Kael stood still, breathing hard, heart hammering so loud it felt like it shook the ground beneath him.He wasn’t sure where he was anymore.Was this still a trial?Or was it already a judgment?A slow sound echoed through the dark—like something ancient moving, waking.Footsteps.Steady.Unhurried.The Architect emerged from the shifting mirrors.No longer just a shadow.Not just an echo.A man.A god.A future.Kael’s stomach twisted as he stared.He was looking at himself.At what he could become.At what he would become—if he made the wrong choice.The Architect’s presence bent the air around him. Every breath Kael took felt heavier, harder, like the world itself was struggling to exist beside him.“You don’t get it yet,” the Architect said.His voice was deep, calm, almost gentle.It made Kael’s skin crawl.“You weren’t stolen, Kael. You weren’t for
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 149
The Core shuddered around them.The once-shining mirrors splintered into a thousand bleeding shards, floating through the void like broken stars.The ground wasn’t ground anymore—it was memory and regret and a thousand forgotten dreams, crumbling beneath Kael’s boots.The air trembled.The world held its breath.Kael stood at the center of it all.One hand lifted.One hand almost touching the Architect’s.Almost.But not yet.Not quite.Every muscle in Kael’s body screamed to move. To act. To choose.But the weight of it—the weight of everything—kept him frozen.Across the shattered field, through the swirling fog of destruction, two broken figures stumbled forward.Pamela.Marcus.Blood coated Pamela’s hand, sticky and dark as she pressed it hard against her ribs. Her steps faltered, but she didn’t stop.Marcus’s arm was locked around her shoulders, dragging her forward, his face grim, battered, but alive.Together, they pushed through the storm, like two small lights refusing to die
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 150
The world was ending again.Not with screams.Not with violence.But with silence.A deep, aching silence that swallowed everything it touched.The Core split wide open, like a wound too deep to heal.Cracks raced across the ground, splitting the ancient stone.Timelines—thousands, millions of them—collapsed into each other, folding in on themselves like dying stars.Colors bled from the sky.The ground shook under Kael’s feet.And still, he stood.In the center of it all.In the center of the ruin he had chosen.The Architect’s form flickered in front of him.Once a towering figure of strength and control, it was now crumbling—breaking apart at the seams.Memory shards peeled off his body, floating like dying embers into the empty void around them.“No,” the Architect rasped, voice splintering.“No, this is wrong. We were supposed to be one.”Kael said nothing at first.He just stared.Tired.Unflinching.The golden light in his veins still burned, searing through every twisted lie t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 151
The world had gone silent.Too silent.Pamela stumbled through the broken landscape, her boots kicking up gray dust where once there had been life, battle, and chaos. Now… there was nothing. No screaming. No roaring sky. No Tribunal soldiers. No Eradicators.It was as if they had all been erased from existence.Beside her, Marcus limped heavily, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where blood still stained his torn jacket. His face was pale, jaw clenched against the pain.Elias trailed behind them, looking more like a shadow than a man, his face set in cold indifference.But Kael…Kael was nowhere to be seen.Pamela’s heart twisted painfully with every step she took, her mind screaming at her to turn around, to look harder, to find him. But there was only scorched earth and crumbling ruins.“He’s gone,” Marcus said, voice raw and broken. “He didn’t make it.”Pamela shook her head violently, chest heaving with denial.“No,” she rasped. “No. I don’t believe that.”Elias didn’t look
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 152
The night after the flickering heartbeat in the sky, sleep became impossible.Pamela sat by the dying fire, arms wrapped tight around herself, listening to the heavy silence that had fallen over their camp. The others slept in fitful shifts, if they slept at all.But Pamela couldn’t close her eyes.Because she kept hearing it.Selene’s voice.Whispered through the cracks in reality.Faint. Broken. Almost like static.But it was her.“Find him,” the whisper said.“Bring him home.”Pamela pressed her hands to her temples, trying to block it out, but it only grew louder the harder she tried. It wasn’t madness. It wasn’t grief.It was Selene.It was real.As the second sun rose weakly over the broken city, Marcus stumbled to her side, rubbing his face tiredly.“You look like hell,” he muttered.Pamela didn’t bother answering. She just stared into the gray morning.After a few minutes, Marcus spoke again, voice low and hesitant.“I saw him.”Pamela stiffened, heart pounding painfully again
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The station’s walls breathed around them.At least—that’s what it felt like.Pamela pressed herself against the nearest bulkhead, heart pounding.The metal was warm.Almost…alive.Marcus swore under his breath, waving his scanner wildly in the stale air.“This place is wrong,” he said, voice tight. “Physics doesn’t work here. Time doesn’t work here.”Pamela didn’t need him to tell her that.She saw it with her own eyes.As they moved forward, the corridors twisted and shimmered, like heat rising off broken asphalt.Images flickered against the walls—visions that bled into reality.There—A boy running across red sand.Laughter that wasn’t quite human.Buildings made of bone and starlight.Pamela stopped in her tracks, staring.It was Kael.But not the Kael she knew.Not the man who fought wars and bled for them.This boy—he was different.His eyes burned too bright. His skin shimmered faintly, like he wasn’t made for Earth at all.Pamela staggered backward, her mind reeling.“What is
Chapter 154
The jump ripped through reality, hurling the Ship of the Damned into the void between stars.Pamela staggered against the control panel as the vessel shuddered violently, alarms screaming across the bridge.“We’re here!” Marcus shouted over the noise, steadying himself with one hand on the wall. “Wherever the hell ‘here’ is!”The turbulence stopped.Suddenly—everything was still.Silent.Heavy.Pamela straightened, her heart hammering painfully in her chest.Outside the cracked viewports, a dead star hung in the blackness.It wasn’t shining.It wasn’t burning.It was broken.A jagged mass of collapsed light and ash, pulsing weakly, barely alive.The remnants of a sun that had been dying for a long, long time.Orbiting it was a structure.At first, Pamela thought it was an asteroid—until she saw the faint glint of metal beneath the dust.A station.Massive.Ancient.Twisting like a spine around the corpse of the star.Elias leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowing.“I know this place
Chapter 153
The broken vessel loomed like a wounded beast in the middle of the wreckage.Its skin was charred, its engines dead, and its halls twisted by war and time.But it still breathed.Faintly.Waiting.Pamela ran her hand along the cracked hull, feeling the static in the air dance against her fingertips.“This thing’s barely holding together,” Marcus said, kicking a piece of shattered plating across the dusty ground.“How the hell do you plan on flying it?”Pamela glanced at Elias.He was standing a little apart from them, arms crossed, staring at the ship with a strange, unreadable look.Almost… familiarity.Pamela pushed her worry down and turned back to Marcus.“We don’t have a choice,” she said. “This is the only ship left that might get us to where Kael is.”Marcus shook his head, muttering something under his breath, but he followed her anyway as they pried open the battered side hatch.Inside, it was worse.The corridors bent at impossible angles, the walls flickered with broken hol
Chapter 152
The night after the flickering heartbeat in the sky, sleep became impossible.Pamela sat by the dying fire, arms wrapped tight around herself, listening to the heavy silence that had fallen over their camp. The others slept in fitful shifts, if they slept at all.But Pamela couldn’t close her eyes.Because she kept hearing it.Selene’s voice.Whispered through the cracks in reality.Faint. Broken. Almost like static.But it was her.“Find him,” the whisper said.“Bring him home.”Pamela pressed her hands to her temples, trying to block it out, but it only grew louder the harder she tried. It wasn’t madness. It wasn’t grief.It was Selene.It was real.As the second sun rose weakly over the broken city, Marcus stumbled to her side, rubbing his face tiredly.“You look like hell,” he muttered.Pamela didn’t bother answering. She just stared into the gray morning.After a few minutes, Marcus spoke again, voice low and hesitant.“I saw him.”Pamela stiffened, heart pounding painfully again
Chapter 151
The world had gone silent.Too silent.Pamela stumbled through the broken landscape, her boots kicking up gray dust where once there had been life, battle, and chaos. Now… there was nothing. No screaming. No roaring sky. No Tribunal soldiers. No Eradicators.It was as if they had all been erased from existence.Beside her, Marcus limped heavily, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where blood still stained his torn jacket. His face was pale, jaw clenched against the pain.Elias trailed behind them, looking more like a shadow than a man, his face set in cold indifference.But Kael…Kael was nowhere to be seen.Pamela’s heart twisted painfully with every step she took, her mind screaming at her to turn around, to look harder, to find him. But there was only scorched earth and crumbling ruins.“He’s gone,” Marcus said, voice raw and broken. “He didn’t make it.”Pamela shook her head violently, chest heaving with denial.“No,” she rasped. “No. I don’t believe that.”Elias didn’t look
Chapter 150
The world was ending again.Not with screams.Not with violence.But with silence.A deep, aching silence that swallowed everything it touched.The Core split wide open, like a wound too deep to heal.Cracks raced across the ground, splitting the ancient stone.Timelines—thousands, millions of them—collapsed into each other, folding in on themselves like dying stars.Colors bled from the sky.The ground shook under Kael’s feet.And still, he stood.In the center of it all.In the center of the ruin he had chosen.The Architect’s form flickered in front of him.Once a towering figure of strength and control, it was now crumbling—breaking apart at the seams.Memory shards peeled off his body, floating like dying embers into the empty void around them.“No,” the Architect rasped, voice splintering.“No, this is wrong. We were supposed to be one.”Kael said nothing at first.He just stared.Tired.Unflinching.The golden light in his veins still burned, searing through every twisted lie t
Chapter 149
The Core shuddered around them.The once-shining mirrors splintered into a thousand bleeding shards, floating through the void like broken stars.The ground wasn’t ground anymore—it was memory and regret and a thousand forgotten dreams, crumbling beneath Kael’s boots.The air trembled.The world held its breath.Kael stood at the center of it all.One hand lifted.One hand almost touching the Architect’s.Almost.But not yet.Not quite.Every muscle in Kael’s body screamed to move. To act. To choose.But the weight of it—the weight of everything—kept him frozen.Across the shattered field, through the swirling fog of destruction, two broken figures stumbled forward.Pamela.Marcus.Blood coated Pamela’s hand, sticky and dark as she pressed it hard against her ribs. Her steps faltered, but she didn’t stop.Marcus’s arm was locked around her shoulders, dragging her forward, his face grim, battered, but alive.Together, they pushed through the storm, like two small lights refusing to die
Chapter 148
The broken mirrors floated in the blackness, endless and sharp.Each one showed a different Kael.A different life.A different end.Kael stood still, breathing hard, heart hammering so loud it felt like it shook the ground beneath him.He wasn’t sure where he was anymore.Was this still a trial?Or was it already a judgment?A slow sound echoed through the dark—like something ancient moving, waking.Footsteps.Steady.Unhurried.The Architect emerged from the shifting mirrors.No longer just a shadow.Not just an echo.A man.A god.A future.Kael’s stomach twisted as he stared.He was looking at himself.At what he could become.At what he would become—if he made the wrong choice.The Architect’s presence bent the air around him. Every breath Kael took felt heavier, harder, like the world itself was struggling to exist beside him.“You don’t get it yet,” the Architect said.His voice was deep, calm, almost gentle.It made Kael’s skin crawl.“You weren’t stolen, Kael. You weren’t for
Chapter 147
The ground felt wrong under Kael’s boots.It looked like Earth—the cracked streets, the hollow buildings, the faded billboards fluttering in nonexistent wind—but none of it was real. He could feel it deep in his bones.The weight of memories that didn’t belong.The pull of a reality stitched together from lies.Still, he moved forward, every step heavier than the last.There was no sky above him.No sun.No stars.Only a swirling, endless darkness, a thick, suffocating void that pressed down on him until every breath felt like dragging knives through his lungs.His heart pounded louder than his footsteps.Each beat an echo that didn’t quite belong to him.Something was waiting for him.Something patient.Something inevitable.And he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet it.A figure stood in the middle of the empty road ahead.Kael slowed, muscles coiled tight, eyes narrowing.The figure turned.And Kael almost stopped breathing.It was… him.But not him.This Kael wore miner’s clothes, dust-
