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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Six
Kael sat in the darkened safe house, staring at the message on his phone.A location. No name. No instructions. Just coordinates.Mr. Black was finally ready to talk.Marcus sat across from him, arms crossed, gaze sharp. “This could be a trap.”Kael exhaled, slipping his gun into his holster. “It’s always a trap.”Selene leaned against the doorway, arms folded. She had barely spoken since last night. Since Kael had finally said it.Since he had finally admitted the truth neither of them were ready for.Elias was alive.And now, they were walking straight into the heart of the war he had been orchestrating from the shadows.Selene’s voice was quiet, but firm. “You’re still not telling me everything.”Kael met her gaze, unreadable. “You already know everything you need to.”Selene’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. Not yet.Marcus sighed, running a hand over his face. “All right. Let’s go meet the devil.”The Truth About Deep SpaceThe meeting point was an abandoned skyscraper, half
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Seven
Kael had been playing a game of shadows for weeks. Carefully moving. Countering. Controlling.But this—this was the moment everything spiraled out of his hands.Pamela was gone.Taken.And Kael had let it happen.The room around him blurred—the safe house, the screens flashing reports of Northland’s collapse, the faces of Marcus and Selene watching him carefully.None of it mattered.Because he had been so close.One step ahead of Deep Space. One step away from turning the war in his favor.And now?Now, they had ripped his leverage away.His hands pressed into the table, knuckles white. His mind wasn’t racing. It was calculating.Selene was the first to speak. “They didn’t take her to kill her.”Kael’s jaw clenched. He knew that.Selene continued, voice careful. “Whoever this new player is, they don’t want her as a bargaining chip.”Kael finally lifted his head, his gaze sharp. “Then what do they want?”Silence.Marcus exhaled. “You already know, man.”Kael did.But the answer wasn’t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Eight
A Past That Refuses to DieThe air was thick, suffocating with unspoken history. It pressed down on Kael’s skin, wrapping around his throat like unseen hands trying to strangle the breath from his lungs. It smelled of damp concrete and gunpowder, of things buried but never dead.And standing right in the center of it all—ten feet away—was a man Kael had buried years ago.Elias.Alive.Unshaken.And smirking, as if none of it mattered.Kael’s fingers twitched at his side, itching for his gun, but he resisted the urge. Not yet. First, he needed answers.Marcus and Selene stood like statues on either side of him. Neither spoke. Neither moved. This wasn’t their fight—not yet.This was between blood.Between ghosts.Kael’s voice was steady when he finally spoke, but the weight behind it was crushing. “Why?”The word wasn’t just a question—it was a wound, raw and gaping.Elias exhaled, as if this was all just another conversation. Another day. His smirk never wavered.“You’ll have to be mor
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Nine
Gunfire ripped through the safe house like a storm of metal, shredding wood, punching deep into concrete, filling the air with dust and death. The walls groaned, bullet-riddled and crumbling, the floor littered with spent shells and fresh blood.Kael moved fast. Faster than he had in years.Shadows flickered in the chaos—Elias’s men, closing in like a tightening noose. They were trained, disciplined, cutting off exits with ruthless precision, herding them into a death trap.Marcus was bleeding. Badly.Selene crouched behind an overturned table, her aim razor-sharp, her shots clean and merciless. But even she couldn’t hold them back forever.“This isn’t a fight we win, Kael!” Marcus gritted out, his voice strained. His fingers were pressed to his side, but the blood seeped through, pooling dark and thick.Kael’s mind worked fast. Two exits—both compromised. Limited ammo. Marcus slowing down.They had minutes.Then, over the gunfire, a voice cut through. Calm. Amused.Elias.“You can st
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty
Pain settled at the base of Pamela’s skull, dull at first, but growing sharper with every breath. It wasn’t the kind of pain that faded—it lingered, pulsed, curled its way down her spine like a warning.She inhaled slowly, the air thick and metallic, tinged with something she couldn’t quite place. Blood? Rust? It didn’t matter. The cold steel chair beneath her was hard, unyielding. Her wrists were bound, tied firmly behind her back, but not tight enough to cut off circulation—not tight enough to torture.This wasn’t about pain.Not yet.This was about control.Pamela blinked against the blinding fluorescent light overhead. The room around her was a void—concrete walls, featureless except for the jagged cracks running through them like veins. No windows. No furniture. Just her, the light, and the suffocating weight of silence.Her captors weren’t amateurs.A street gang would have used rope. Someone desperate would have left marks, bruises, an obvious show of force.But these restraint
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifthy
Kael sat in the dim glow of the safe house, the overhead light flickering like a dying star. Shadows stretched long across the walls, swallowing the corners of the room in an eerie half-darkness.His fingers curled into a fist on the tabletop, the weight of Elias’s message pressing on his chest like a steel vice.“You can’t fight me, Kael. You never could.”The words weren’t just a taunt.They were a reminder.A reminder that Elias had always been three steps ahead. Always knew how to push Kael into a corner without even touching him.And now—Now, Elias had Pamela.Kael clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe through the frustration coiling in his chest.This wasn’t just a battle for Cresmont anymore.This was personal.The stale air pressed against him, thick with the scent of dust and old leather. Across the room, Selene leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. The tension in her stance was unmistakable.She had been quiet since they left Marcus at the underground
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Two
The drive back from Calloway’s safe house was silent, but the air between Kael and Selene was anything but.It was charged.A storm building between them, thick with unspoken words, with distrust, frustration, and the sharp edge of something dangerously close to betrayal.The hum of the engine filled the space, a poor substitute for the conversation they weren’t having. The city outside passed in a blur—dim streetlights casting fleeting shadows, flickering neon signs flashing against the wet pavement.Selene sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm against her sleeve. A movement so small, so subtle, but Kael felt it like a pulse against his skin.He knew that tension.Knew what it meant.And he knew, without even looking at her, that she wasn’t going to let this go.She was waiting. Letting him stew. Letting the silence stretch just long enough for it to become unbearable.And then, finally—“No more lies.”Kael exhaled through his nose, gri
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Three
Kael stood at the center of the safe house, unmoving, staring at the flickering screen before him.A string of coordinates glowed in the dim light, a sequence of numbers that might as well have been a death sentence.Elias’s stronghold.The place Kael had spent years trying to uncover. The fortress where Elias had rebuilt himself from the ground up, cloaked in shadows, untouchable. A sanctuary of secrets, a nest of vipers where every man inside was willing to die for him.And now, Kael knew exactly where to find it.He let out a slow breath, the weight of the moment pressing against his chest.Behind him, the safe house was eerily quiet. No hum of traffic, no distant sirens—just the subtle crackle of the monitor and the faint sound of Marcus shifting against the edge of the table.Marcus looked like hell. His shirt was torn, the fabric still stained with blood from the last mission. His face was pale, the edges of his wound just beginning to heal, but his hands remained steady.His vo
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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
