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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 156
The door closed behind them with a heavy, final echo.Pamela stood frozen in the silence, eyes darting around the massive chamber they had just entered. The space was nothing like the rest of the station. It wasn’t dark, it wasn’t cold, and it didn’t feel abandoned.It felt… sacred.Soft light poured from glowing panels embedded into the walls, casting a golden hue across everything. Dust hovered midair, unmoving—as if even time refused to touch this room.Marcus walked beside her, moving slowly, almost reverently. “This doesn’t look like a prison.”“No,” Pamela murmured, “it doesn’t.”The room stretched far ahead. Towering arches lined both sides like the halls of some ancient cathedral. Beneath their feet, the floor wasn’t metal—it was stone. Carved. Inscribed with strange symbols she didn’t understand, yet somehow recognized.Everything about the place screamed one truth louder than any whisper:This wasn’t built to hold Kael.It was built to remember him.—Elias trailed behind th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 157
The corridors twisted beneath the station like veins. Cold. Breathing. Whispering things Elias pretended not to hear.He walked alone.Not because he wanted to.Because something inside him said he had to.Pamela and Marcus didn’t notice when he slipped away. Good. They were too distracted by the mural of Kael—a king painted in gold and shadow, crowned not in glory, but in fear.But Elias knew.He had always known.This wasn’t just about Kael anymore.It never was.The hallway narrowed. The walls began to hum, and the air turned strange, thick like it was made of old memories. The light overhead flickered, casting long shadows that didn’t match his steps.Then he heard it.A voice.It wasn’t speaking words.It was whispering… guilt.And it was his.He came to a door made of black glass and silver bones. It pulsed once. And then—without a sound—it opened for him.Only him.The room inside was small. Circular. Like a forgotten chamber in a forgotten temple.At the center was a crystal—h
The Death Lord Is Back The Mirror of the Forgotten
The station was no longer still. It pulsed like a living thing, walls breathing, lights flickering like a dying heartbeat. Pamela pressed her palm to the console. It didn’t respond. “Marcus,” she whispered. “Something’s wrong. The layout’s changed.” He looked around. “This corridor wasn’t here before.” The walls had shifted again, swallowing the exit behind them. They were trapped. No alarms. No sirens. Just silence. A silence so heavy it made the air hard to breathe. Then the lights cut out completely. For a moment, they were blind. Then came the voices. Familiar. Terrifying. Echoes. “Pamela…” a voice murmured. Her blood froze. It was Kael. But not the Kael she knew. This voice was broken. Empty. She turned. And there it was. A door. Just standing in the hallway. A frame of rusted metal and shimmering glass. No hinges. No logic. Just… waiting. Marcus stepped forward. “Don’t.” Pamela didn’t listen. She opened the door. And walked into her past. The world aro
The Death Lord Is Back Waking the Warbringer
The sirens started first. Low, deep, unnatural. Like the heartbeat of something ancient waking from centuries of silence. Pamela was already at the console, her hands flying across glowing controls she barely understood. “Marcus!” she shouted over the blaring sound. “It’s a timed lock—ten minutes until total purge!” “Total purge?” he echoed, pushing aside a half-melted panel. “What does that mean?” “It means if we don’t get him out of there…” Pamela’s voice caught. “He’s gone. For good. Nothing left.” The containment chamber hummed louder. Kael hung motionless inside—suspended by threads of energy that pulsed with symbols no human language could read. He wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t moving. But something inside the glass was growing brighter. Then came a sound behind them. Boots. A slow, steady walk. They turned as Elias entered the room, calm as ever, his hands behind his back. “You came,” Pamela said, surprise flashing in her eyes. Elias gave a slow nod. “I said I wou
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter one
In the quarry of East Valley, a group of fierce, muscular men were working hard. If there were any crime experts present, they would be utterly shocked.Everyone here was one of the most notorious criminals in the world, yet now they were all quietly working, not daring to utter a single complaint.On the hillside, a man who didn’t appear particularly strong sat calmly, hiding in the shade of a tree. Under his watchful gaze, not a single person dared to slack off.“Boss, I’ve cleaned the restroom... I really understand my mistake now...”A man in a janitor’s uniform looked at Kael with a flattering expression, his tone respectful to the extreme.Who could have imagined that, just a year ago, he was the mafia boss of the King District in Eastwind City, commanding over a thousand men?But to escape the relentless pursuit of his enemies, he had no choice but to come to the quarry and become one of its workers.Through the most confidential channels, he learned that no one dared to stir t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter two
As Selene stormed out, the scrawny worker peeked in, his face pale. “Uh, sir, the atmosphere got… colder.”Kael sighed. “Back to work. And tell the Reaper and Butcher to stop swinging from the ropes like monkeys.”The scrawny man nodded, then paused. “A pigeon just delivered this. It’s from your father.”Kael opened the letter, his expression hardening as he read. The last line caught his attention: “Your running is over. Come home.”The scrawny worker hesitated at the front of the group, nervously wringing his cap. “Uh, boss… is everything okay? You look… um, tense.”Kael leaned back with a sigh, his expression unreadable. “I have to leave.”The workers exchanged startled glances.“Leave? You? But who’ll keep the peace?” someone blurted out.Kael raised an eyebrow. “If you lot can’t stop fighting without me around, I’ll build a pit before I go and throw all of you in it. Permanently.”The yard went silent. Even the Reaper and Butcher, still recovering from their earlier punishm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter three
Kael arrived at the bustling airport, his coat slung over one shoulder and his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. He scanned the terminal, a faint smirk tugging at his lips when he spotted Selene and her two towering bodyguards ahead. She hadn’t noticed him yet, which gave him the luxury of bracing himself for what he knew was coming. “Kael!” Selene’s sharp voice cut through the crowd as she turned and locked eyes with him. Her expression shifted from confusion to barely concealed annoyance. “Are you following me now? Can’t stand being stuck in your dirt pile?” Kael strode closer, his demeanor unbothered. “Good to see you too, Selene. And here I thought airports were for public use.” “Public use doesn’t mean stalking me,” she snapped, her hands clenched into fists. “What are you doing here? Looking to play the role of a hero again?” Kael tilted his head, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Heroes chase glory. I chase results. You wouldn’t understand.” On
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter four
The morning sun cast long shadows across the pristine driveway as Marcus, a towering figure known throughout the criminal underworld, bowed deeply before Kael. His expensive suit caught the light as he lowered his head with unprecedented respect. "My lord Kael, it is my greatest honor to finally meet you. Your reputation precedes you, even in our circles." Kael shifted uncomfortably, his simple attire a stark contrast to Marcus's luxury. "Please, such formality isn't necessary." "I must insist on driving you personally," Marcus gestured to a gleaming black Rolls-Royce, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "Yorkshire Island awaits, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with your safety." During the drive along the coastal road, Marcus's voice took on a reverent tone. "The villa belongs to Jaxier Cult—the legendary King of Battle. He's offered it for your exclusive use." "Jaxier Cult?" Kael's eyes narrowed, recognition flickering across his face. "Zeus's
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Waking the Warbringer
The sirens started first. Low, deep, unnatural. Like the heartbeat of something ancient waking from centuries of silence. Pamela was already at the console, her hands flying across glowing controls she barely understood. “Marcus!” she shouted over the blaring sound. “It’s a timed lock—ten minutes until total purge!” “Total purge?” he echoed, pushing aside a half-melted panel. “What does that mean?” “It means if we don’t get him out of there…” Pamela’s voice caught. “He’s gone. For good. Nothing left.” The containment chamber hummed louder. Kael hung motionless inside—suspended by threads of energy that pulsed with symbols no human language could read. He wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t moving. But something inside the glass was growing brighter. Then came a sound behind them. Boots. A slow, steady walk. They turned as Elias entered the room, calm as ever, his hands behind his back. “You came,” Pamela said, surprise flashing in her eyes. Elias gave a slow nod. “I said I wou
The Mirror of the Forgotten
The station was no longer still. It pulsed like a living thing, walls breathing, lights flickering like a dying heartbeat. Pamela pressed her palm to the console. It didn’t respond. “Marcus,” she whispered. “Something’s wrong. The layout’s changed.” He looked around. “This corridor wasn’t here before.” The walls had shifted again, swallowing the exit behind them. They were trapped. No alarms. No sirens. Just silence. A silence so heavy it made the air hard to breathe. Then the lights cut out completely. For a moment, they were blind. Then came the voices. Familiar. Terrifying. Echoes. “Pamela…” a voice murmured. Her blood froze. It was Kael. But not the Kael she knew. This voice was broken. Empty. She turned. And there it was. A door. Just standing in the hallway. A frame of rusted metal and shimmering glass. No hinges. No logic. Just… waiting. Marcus stepped forward. “Don’t.” Pamela didn’t listen. She opened the door. And walked into her past. The world aro
Chapter 157
The corridors twisted beneath the station like veins. Cold. Breathing. Whispering things Elias pretended not to hear.He walked alone.Not because he wanted to.Because something inside him said he had to.Pamela and Marcus didn’t notice when he slipped away. Good. They were too distracted by the mural of Kael—a king painted in gold and shadow, crowned not in glory, but in fear.But Elias knew.He had always known.This wasn’t just about Kael anymore.It never was.The hallway narrowed. The walls began to hum, and the air turned strange, thick like it was made of old memories. The light overhead flickered, casting long shadows that didn’t match his steps.Then he heard it.A voice.It wasn’t speaking words.It was whispering… guilt.And it was his.He came to a door made of black glass and silver bones. It pulsed once. And then—without a sound—it opened for him.Only him.The room inside was small. Circular. Like a forgotten chamber in a forgotten temple.At the center was a crystal—h
Chapter 156
The door closed behind them with a heavy, final echo.Pamela stood frozen in the silence, eyes darting around the massive chamber they had just entered. The space was nothing like the rest of the station. It wasn’t dark, it wasn’t cold, and it didn’t feel abandoned.It felt… sacred.Soft light poured from glowing panels embedded into the walls, casting a golden hue across everything. Dust hovered midair, unmoving—as if even time refused to touch this room.Marcus walked beside her, moving slowly, almost reverently. “This doesn’t look like a prison.”“No,” Pamela murmured, “it doesn’t.”The room stretched far ahead. Towering arches lined both sides like the halls of some ancient cathedral. Beneath their feet, the floor wasn’t metal—it was stone. Carved. Inscribed with strange symbols she didn’t understand, yet somehow recognized.Everything about the place screamed one truth louder than any whisper:This wasn’t built to hold Kael.It was built to remember him.—Elias trailed behind th
Chapter 155
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
