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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty eight
The control center was a mess of blinking red lights and warning alarms. Kael’s breath came out in steady, controlled bursts as he stormed into the heart of the facility. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flinch. Gun raised, eyes sharp—he had only one goal.Find answers.Elias was right behind him, a force of barely contained rage. Selene and Pamela took up the rear, watching their flanks, their weapons trained on the shadows lurking in the depths of the lab.And there, standing at the center of the chaos, was the third brother.The man who had orchestrated so much of this nightmare.Kael expected to find the same cold confidence that had defined his brother all these years. The same calculating smirk.But he didn’t.For the first time since this started, the third brother looked rattled.His fingers trembled over the control panel, his eyes darting between flashing red warnings and the reinforced door behind them. His mind was running a thousand miles per second, but his expression told
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Seven
The walls groaned, their steel reinforcements bending under invisible pressure. The entire facility trembled, its very bones shuddering in protest. Overhead, thick cables swung like nooses, sparking wildly as the emergency lights flickered, casting the room in frantic bursts of red. The air was thick with the scent of burning circuits and ozone, mingling with the acrid sting of dust and shattered concrete.The facility was coming down.Kael felt the tremor before he heard it—a deep, resonant rumble that pulsed through his bones like the heartbeat of a dying beast. The ground lurched beneath them, sending a cascade of debris from the ceiling. A jagged crack splintered across the far wall, a jagged wound that widened with each passing second. The alarm overhead was a shrieking banshee, a relentless countdown to their demise.30 seconds left.Selene was still at the terminal, her fingers a blur over the keyboard. Sweat dripped down her temple, but she didn’t stop. “I just need a few more
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Eight
The air was thick with smoke, acrid and suffocating, burning Kael’s throat with every breath. Each step forward was a battle against the chaos unfolding around them—the ground cracked and trembled, the walls screeched as metal bent under unbearable stress, and the ceiling above threatened to cave in at any moment. Sparks rained from broken cables like dying fireflies, casting flickering shadows that danced madly against the rubble-strewn floor. The sound of destruction was deafening—twisted steel groaning, alarms wailing, and somewhere in the distance, the unsettling roar of an unseen explosion tearing through another section of the collapsing facility.Yet through it all, Kael never loosened his grip.His fingers were like iron, digging into the collar of the third brother’s shirt as he dragged him forward through the devastation. His knuckles were stiff, his grip unyielding. The fabric bunched beneath his fist, but the man he held didn’t resist.Didn’t fight.Didn’t even hesitate.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Nine
The ground convulsed beneath their feet, a violent tremor rattling through the collapsing lab as if the earth itself was swallowing it whole. Choking clouds of dust and smoke billowed into the air, thick and suffocating, turning every breath into a battle against the burning in Kael’s lungs. The very structure groaned in protest, metal beams snapping like brittle bones, glass shattering as the facility gave in to its inevitable demise.Kael’s legs burned with exhaustion, every muscle in his body screaming, but he refused to slow down. Not now. Not when they were this close.Beside him, Elias was practically hauling the third brother forward, his grip vice-like, fingers digging into the man’s arm as if daring him to resist. The captive didn’t struggle—he moved with them, his pace eerily unhurried, that same unreadable smirk lingering on his lips.A few steps ahead, Selene sprinted through the chaos, her fingers flying over the screen of her tablet, eyes narrowed with laser focus. Every
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety
Kael barely had a second to react before a sudden force slammed into his back, knocking the breath from his lungs and sending him stumbling forward. His boots scraped against the gravel, but before he could regain his footing, hands—strong, relentless—clamped down on his arms, yanking them behind him. Cold metal snapped shut around his wrists with a sharp click, the unyielding steel biting into his skin. He twisted, muscles straining, but the cuffs held firm. No matter how hard he fought, they weren’t coming off.His heart pounded against his ribs, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.“Kael!”Elias’s voice rang through the chaos, raw with fury, but before he could do anything—CRACK.A sickening sound of impact.Kael’s head snapped toward him just in time to see Elias drop to his knees, his body folding under the weight of a brutal strike. A soldier stood over him, one gloved hand pressing his head down, the other gripping a stun baton still crackling with residual energy. Blood
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety one
The first thing Kael registered was the cold.Not just any cold. A sterile, unnatural chill that coiled around him, leeching into his bones like it had been engineered to strip him bare. It clung to his skin, biting, relentless, making him feel less like a man and more like something dissected. Examined.Then came the pain.A dull, insistent throb pulsed at the base of his skull, like a drum beating a slow, agonizing rhythm. Each pulse sent a fresh wave of discomfort rippling through his body, forcing him to acknowledge the lingering weight in his limbs. He felt… wrong. Like he wasn’t entirely in his body.Drugged.The realization came sluggishly, threading its way through the thick fog dulling his senses. Something was in his bloodstream, numbing him just enough to keep him passive but not enough to knock him out completely.He was meant to be awake.That was never a good sign.Kael tried to move, tried to shift even the smallest inch, but his body resisted. His limbs felt heavy, alm
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Two
The room was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace. No, this silence was calculated. Engineered.Every inch of the room—every gleaming, sterile surface, every soft hum of unseen machinery—was designed to create an illusion.Order.Control.But Kael didn’t trust it.Didn’t trust the smooth steel walls. Didn’t trust the cold restraints biting into his wrists. Didn’t trust the air he was breathing.Because the silence here wasn’t natural.It wasn’t empty.It was watching. Waiting.And he wasn’t alone.His gaze flicked across the room to the only other occupant—the third brother.The bastard hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t even twitched. He just sat there, legs crossed, hands resting loosely on his lap. Calm. Collected. Unbothered.Not struggling.Not fighting.Just… waiting.Kael’s stomach turned.He didn’t like that.Didn’t like the patience. The composure. The way the third brother’s eyes never wavered, never flickered with uncertainty or fear.Like he already knew ho
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Three
The file in Kael’s hands felt heavier than it should have. His face stared back at him from the page. His features. His birthdate. But not his name. The letters on the document blurred together, his mind struggling to process them. He knew his name. He had spoken it a thousand times. Had lived in that identity, carried it through every battle, every scar, every kill. But this? This was something else. A life that wasn’t his. A history that didn’t match. A reality that had been rewritten. His fingers curled tightly around the paper. He wanted to crush it, rip it apart, set the whole damn thing on fire. But that wouldn’t change the truth. It wouldn’t erase the sudden, horrifying thought sinking into his bones. What if everything I am is a lie? Across the table, The Director watched him. Patient. Calculating. Like he was waiting for the storm to hit. Kael forced himself to breathe, to push the rising fury back into a controlled burn. He wouldn’t give this man the satisfac
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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
