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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Four
The night was too quiet.That kind of quiet that only came before a bloodbath.The wind howled through the valley, carrying the scent of damp earth, of steel, of something darker beneath. No chirping insects. No rustling trees. Just silence.It stretched over the hills like a waiting predator.Beyond the ridge, Elias’s fortress loomed—a grotesque combination of steel and concrete, fortified by shadows and secrets. The outer walls were built for war, lined with high-powered floodlights that sliced through the darkness, sweeping the grounds in slow, rhythmic patterns.Kael crouched low, his fingers pressing into the damp soil beneath his gloves. His breathing was measured, calculated. He had spent years trying to find this place.Now he had.And every instinct screamed that something was wrong.His eyes swept the compound. Armed patrols moved in predictable formations—guarding blind spots, covering exits. But there were too few of them.For a man like Elias—**a ghost who had stayed unto
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
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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
