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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Five
Time slowed to a crawl.The sharp scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the acrid stench of burning metal and blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears—short bursts of gunfire, the clash of bodies, the desperate shouts—but now, there was only silence. A silence heavier than the battlefield itself.He wasn’t breathing hard. He had trained himself not to.His grip on the gun remained firm, his body still locked in combat stance, every muscle coiled and ready. But something in his mind was already screaming what his body refused to acknowledge.This wasn’t a pause in the battle.The battle was already over.Kael had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean. There had been no desperate last stand, no brutal firefight, no bodies littering the floor in waves of resistance.From the moment they had stepped into the fortress, from the moment Pamela hadn’t been restrained, from the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but control them—It h
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Six
Time stretched thin, each second dragging, suffocating in its slowness.The sharp scent of gunpowder clung to the air, mixing with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears, the distant memory of gunfire and shouts reverberating through the walls. But now, there was only silence.Not the silence of peace.The silence of checkmate.Kael’s breath remained steady—years of training had drilled that into him. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift. His gun was still firm in his grip, his stance unwavering. But the moment his mind fully grasped what had happened, something inside him twisted.This wasn’t a lull in the fight.This was the end of it.And he hadn’t won.He had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean.From the moment they had stepped into this fortress. From the moment Pamela hadn’t been bound. From the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but rather control them.Every single step had been calculated.The enemy ha
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Seven
The room was heavy with the weight of the choice laid before him.Kael felt the pressure settle in his chest, cold and suffocating, like invisible chains tightening around his ribs. His mind was racing, dissecting every word Elias had spoken, every implication hidden in his cryptic taunts. The worst part?It made sense.Too much sense.But that didn’t mean he would accept it.Elias had spent years weaving this war, twisting reality into something he could control, shaping the battlefield long before Kael had ever set foot on it. And now, he had the audacity to stand here, calm, collected, offering Kael a place at his side like it was some kind of twisted reward.Like Kael should be grateful.Like he should thank him.The thought made his stomach turn.“No.”The word came sharp and final, slicing through the silence like a blade.Selene stiffened beside him. Marcus exhaled sharply. Pamela, always unreadable, merely flicked her gaze toward Elias, watching, waiting.And Elias?He didn’t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Eight
Kael had seen death. He had seen war. He had watched cities burn, watched men crawl through the dirt begging for lives that had already ended. And yet, none of it compared to this moment. To this name. The name on the screen glowed like a phantom, like something pulled from a nightmare. It shouldn’t have been there. It shouldn’t have existed. But it did. Kael exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. His pulse didn’t spike. His hands didn’t shake. But inside? Inside, the world was shifting. Because this wasn’t just about Elias anymore. It had never been about Elias. Selene was watching him. Waiting. Her arms were crossed, her stance steady, but Kael could see it in her eyes—the sharp calculation, the frustration, the need to understand. “What is it?” she pressed. “What does it mean?” Kael didn’t answer. Not right away. Because this name… This name. He had buried it. Just like they had wanted him to. Selene’s patience snapped. “Damn it, Kael, talk to me!” Her voic
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Nine
Kael’s fingers dug into the warped edges of the city map, his grip iron-tight as he traced the crimson-stained districts. The markers bled across Cresmont like an infection, each one a stark reminder of how much ground they had lost.Every red pin was a neighborhood gutted.A street erased.A life taken.Elias wasn’t just winning—he was purging.Kael had seen power struggles before, seen men carve their names into the underbelly of cities. But this wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t about influence.It was about elimination.Cresmont wasn’t falling under Elias’s control.It was being burned out.The weight in Kael’s chest was suffocating, pressing like a cold vice around his ribs. The realization was stark, unforgiving—this wasn’t about power anymore. Elias wasn’t looking to rule Cresmont.He was looking to erase it.And Kael was the last piece standing.A loose thread in an empire Elias was setting ablaze.One that would be cut sooner rather than later.Marcus let out a slow breath from wher
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty
The safe house was silent. Not the kind of silence that brought peace, but the kind that came before a storm. Kael sat at the head of the table, fingers interlaced, eyes fixed on nothing. But his mind? It was somewhere else. The name on the encrypted file had cracked open something inside him. A memory. A truth he had forced himself to forget. And now? Now, he had to speak it. Not because he wanted to. Because there was no choice left. Marcus was seated across from him, a half-empty glass of whiskey at his side, but he wasn’t drinking. He was waiting. Selene stood near the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Pamela sat beside Marcus, but her focus wasn’t on Kael. It was on the city map spread across the table—one marked with too many red zones. Places that had already fallen. Places Elias now controlled. Kael finally exhaled. Then, he spoke. “You want the truth?” His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Something old. Something broken.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty One
The weight of the truth pressed down on Kael like an iron cage, suffocating, inescapable.For years, he had lived in the shadows of his own existence, believing that someone had erased him—that his past had been carefully stripped away, leaving nothing but a hollow ghost. A specter without a history.But after Elias’s message… after the encrypted files… after the buried names resurfaced…He was starting to see the cracks in that story.Because the truth was far worse.Kael and Elias hadn’t been erased.They had erased themselves.And Kael had no idea why.The realization slithered through him, cold and unrelenting. His fingers tightened around the map on the table, but there were no answers in the ink, no salvation in the lines of a city that was being carved apart piece by piece.There was only silence.Marcus sat at the edge of the safe house, flipping a knife between his fingers. The dim glow of a single bulb cast long shadows against the wall, flickering against the unease settlin
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Two
Cresmont wasn’t a city anymore.It was a graveyard in waiting.The streets, once filled with the chaos of life—markets buzzing, cars honking, people pushing through sidewalks—had transformed into silent warzones.Burned-out buildings, shattered glass, the distant crack of gunfire.Elias had pushed Cresmont to the brink of collapse.And Kael had pushed him right back.But now?Now, there was one last warning.If Kael didn’t stop, if he didn’t walk away, there would be nothing left to save.But that was the problem, wasn’t it?Kael had nothing left to walk away to.MIDNIGHT’S WARNINGThe message arrived at midnight.Marcus had been on guard duty, slouched in a chair near the door, cigarette dangling between his fingers. He caught the movement just in time—a shadow slipping through the alley, the whisper of an envelope sliding under the door.Marcus was on his feet instantly, gun drawn.Kael didn’t even flinch.Because he already knew.Whoever sent it wasn’t afraid.Kael bent down, picke
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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
Chapter 131
The name echoed.Not through the room.Not through walls.But through everything.Through memory. Through time. Through galaxies asleep in the folds of black space. Through ruins buried in silence. Through forgotten bloodlines and hollow stars and locked tombs not meant to be found.It was not a word—it was a key.Kael didn’t scream it.He whispered it. And the universe listened.And it remembered.The air shimmered with pressure too ancient for gravity to understand. The floor cracked beneath his boots, not from weight—but from identity. From the collision of who he had been and who he had become.He had said his name.The real one.The one they stole. Buried. Deleted. Replaced.And it shattered the lie of the world.AwakeningsMarcus screamed first.Not from pain. From force.It was like his lungs forgot how to breathe. Like time itself slammed into his chest. He stumbled, grabbing a wall, eyes wide as silver tendrils raced across his skin, lighting up every vein like he was being r
