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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty One
The sound of the locks slamming shut echoed through the lab like a death sentence.Kael turned sharply, scanning the room as red emergency lights flickered along the walls. The air grew thick, pulsing with something unseen, something wrong.They were trapped.Elias let out a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around his gun. His knuckles turned white, but they all knew the truth—bullets wouldn’t get them out of this.Pamela stepped forward, trying the door panel, but as soon as she pressed a button, a shockwave pulsed through the walls. The control panel sparked, the screens glitched, scrambling into unreadable static. The whole lab felt like it was humming—alive, aware of their presence.Her hands recoiled as if she’d been burned. “Shit. It’s completely locked down.”Kael’s jaw clenched.Their third brother—no, the mastermind—watched them with an amused expression, hands clasped behind his back as if none of this concerned him.“I already told you.” His voice was calm. “You have to
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Two
The power cut out, plunging the entire lab into absolute darkness.Kael’s breath stilled.For a moment—just one agonizing second—there was nothing. No movement. No sound. Just the crushing silence pressing against his ears, stretching out like an unseen force had swallowed the entire room whole. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs, the only thing reminding him that time hadn’t stopped completely.Then—A deep, mechanical groan echoed through the darkness. A sound so low, so guttural, that it sent a tremor through the steel beneath his boots. The lab wasn’t just dark; it was waking up.A sharp whirring noise followed, a cold, artificial hum vibrating through the air, like the entire structure was inhaling its first breath in years. Then came the worst part—something shifting, something huge and unseen grinding against metal.Kael’s fingers twitched toward his weapon, but he knew instinct wouldn’t save them from whatever was coming.The red emergency lights flickered to life, stutter
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Three
A heavy silence filled the lab.Thick. Stifling.Kael’s pulse pounded in his ears, every beat hammering like a war drum, drowning out the faint hum of the emergency lights. The figure in front of them stepped forward, bare feet touching the cold floor with slow, measured precision. The crimson glow of the alarms bathed their skin in flickering shades of red, casting long, sharp shadows against the frost-covered pods.Too slow. Too controlled.Too unnatural.Elias’ grip tightened around his gun, knuckles turning white. His voice was a whisper of disbelief. “No way…”Pamela took a step back, the blood draining from her face. “This isn’t possible.”But it was.Because the person standing before them wasn’t just anyone.He was one of their own.Someone they had buried.Someone they had mourned.Kael’s stomach twisted, his breath catching as the truth hit him like a sledgehammer.Milo.The name barely left his lips, no louder than a whisper, as if saying it out loud would somehow solidify
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Four
The air crackled with tension.A sharp, static charge, like the calm before a storm.Milo lunged.Fast. Too fast.Kael barely had time to twist out of the way before a fist shot past his face, moving with such terrifying force that the metal panel behind him exploded into jagged shards. The sound of tearing steel rang through the room, a high-pitched shriek that sent shivers down his spine.His heartbeat slammed against his ribs.Too strong.Too precise.This wasn’t just a soldier.This was something else.Something built.Something designed.Elias and Marcus didn’t hesitate.They sprang into action, raising their guns in perfect sync.BANG! BANG! BANG!Three precise shots fired.Dead center.Direct hits.They should have dropped him.They didn’t.Milo barely flinched.The bullets hit—Kael saw it—but there was no reaction. No pain. No hesitation. It was as if his body had simply… absorbed the impact.Like he was more machine than man.Marcus swore under his breath. “That should have w
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighty Five
The tension in the lab was suffocating. It pressed down on them like a living thing, thick and unrelenting, crawling into their lungs, their bones. No one moved. No one breathed.Milo remained frozen in place, his enhanced body locked mid-attack, his expression eerily blank. But it wasn’t because they had overpowered him.Something else had stopped him.Something bigger.The intercom crackled to life.“System override. Level: Supreme.”Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs.No.No one should have that kind of access. No one except—The third brother’s voice tore through the speakers, sharp with rage.“Who the hell is in my system?”No answer.Selene’s fingers flew over the controls at the lab’s main console, her eyes scanning the flood of data spilling across the screens. Her breath hitched.Elias stood beside her, gun still raised, sweat dripping down his temple.“Talk to me,” he muttered. “Tell me this is you.”Selene shook her head, her throat dry. “It’s not me.”Kael took a step f
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.
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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
