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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Seven
The second the metal doors slammed shut, Pamela knew something was wrong.The air turned thick, heavy with an acrid, chemical bite. Then—A sharp hiss.Gas.A white mist poured from the vents, curling along the floor, thick and unnatural. It moved too fast. Within seconds, it filled the room, swallowing the light, turning everything into a ghostly haze.Pamela’s lungs burned. She threw an arm over her nose and mouth, her instincts screaming at her to move, to run. But there was nowhere to go. The reinforced walls stretched around them, cold and unyielding.Her earpiece crackled.“Move!” Marcus barked. His voice was tense, urgent.Selene was already working. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers flew across her wrist console, the sleek interface flickering under her touch. Lines of code rushed across the screen, a desperate attempt to fight back against the facility’s security system.“Containment protocols activated,” Selene muttered, jaw tight. “They’re locking this place down.”Pamela co
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Eight
The world was fracturing.Reality splintered around Kael like shards of broken glass, each fragment slicing through the fragile remnants of his mind. He was falling—no, breaking, unraveling from the inside out.His head slammed back against the cold metal slab, his spine arching against the restraints as the machine drilled deeper into his consciousness. The relentless pulse of electricity tunneled into his skull, sending violent tremors through his body. His muscles convulsed, nerves alight with agony, but this wasn’t just pain.It was erasure.The wires snaked around him, embedding themselves into his skin, fusing with his very essence. The currents that surged through him weren’t merely destroying—they were rewriting.Who was he?He gasped, but the sound barely left his lips before another jolt forced his vision to blur, his thoughts to twist into something unfamiliar.Something stolen.The Director loomed above him, his pristine white coat a stark contrast against the darkness of
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Ninety Nine
The first tank shattered. The fluid inside splashed onto the floor, pooling in a slick, viscous mess around the twisted figure inside. The body slumped forward, limp, unmoving. For a split second, the room stood still. Then it stirred. Pamela’s breath hitched. The thing twitched, its body spasming unnaturally as if it was fighting against itself. Then it stood. Its limbs jerked sharply, bones popping back into place. Its skin was deathly pale, almost translucent under the flickering overhead lights. Veins pulsed black. Its eyes—completely void of life. Marcus barely had time to react before it moved. Fast. Too fast. One second, it was standing there, still as death. The next—it was lunging. “Shit!” Marcus barely dodged as it swiped at his throat. He twisted, but the creature was already coming at him again. Pamela fired. The bullet punched through its chest. The force sent it staggering back—but then it straightened, almost mechanically. Its head tilted in an eerie, unnat
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Hundred
Pain was nothing new.Kael had been carved from it, molded by it, broken and reforged a thousand times until it was no longer something he felt—just something he was. Pain had seeped into his bones, burned into his skin, written itself into the very fabric of his existence.But this—this was different.This was not just pain.This was destruction.His mind was being unraveled, stripped down to its most fragile, vulnerable core. Memories were being ripped apart and stitched back together in grotesque ways, reshaped into something foreign and unfamiliar. Faces he should have known were blurred, details twisted, moments that had once belonged to him now warped into something monstrous.Who was he?The boy who had escaped?Or the one who had been left behind?Each time he grasped at a truth, it slipped through his fingers like sand.Flashes of a past he didn’t recognize burned behind his eyelids, searing his mind like branding irons.A white room.A chair with straps.The sharp scent of a
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 101
The Ground Trembled.Kael felt it through the soles of his feet, a low, bone-rattling vibration that spread upward, curling around his ribs like a vice. The facility shuddered with it, steel walls groaning under the strain of something vast—something awakening. The air itself seemed to shift, thickening, humming with unseen energy. A pulse. A presence.Something ancient. Something wrong.And yet—The Director didn’t move.He stood perfectly still, hands clasped behind his back, his tailored suit unruffled, his expression unreadable. Not a man caught in a disaster, not a scientist witnessing an accident—no. He was watching something unfold. Something planned.Kael’s breathing was ragged, every breath burning in his throat. His body still screamed from the torment of the machine, nerves raw, muscles trembling from the aftershocks of the electrical assault. Pain clawed at him, but he ignored it. Pain was familiar.Pain meant he was still alive.And rage—rage was what kept him moving.He
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 102
The facility wasn’t just falling apart—it was turning into a war zone. Alarms screamed from every direction, flashing red lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with smoke, chemicals, and the unmistakable stench of blood. Pamela stumbled back, gasping for air as something inhuman lunged at her. It wasn’t just fast—it was unnatural. She fired. Point blank. The bullet ripped through its skull, but the thing didn’t drop fast enough. It twitched, jerking like a malfunctioning machine, before finally crumbling to the floor. Another shadow moved. Then another. More were coming. Pamela’s chest heaved as she reloaded. Her arms were aching, muscles screaming from how many times she had pulled the trigger. But she couldn’t stop now. Marcus was beside her, his face pale, his breathing uneven. His hand pressed tightly against the wound in his side, blood seeping through his fingers. He was losing too much. “We can’t hold them off forever,” he gritted out. Pamela’
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 103
The Room Was a Storm of Chaos.Kael’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as he yanked against the restraints still half-clinging to his arms. His muscles screamed in protest, his body weakened and trembling from the torment of the machine, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care.He had to move. He had to stop this.The facility shook violently around him. Alarms blared in deafening, overlapping sirens, their urgent shrieks cutting through the thick, suffocating air. The overhead lights flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows across the room. The entire structure groaned beneath them, metal twisting and straining under the pressure of something immense.Something awakening.Kael forced his sluggish limbs to obey, pushing through the haze of pain clouding his mind. His vision blurred, his nerves still raw from the electrical assault that had nearly ripped him apart.But then—A hand slammed against his chest.Hard.A solid wall of strength stopping him dead in his tracks.Kael’s bre
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 104
Kael staggered back, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as he watched Elias’ body twist before his eyes.The transformation was violent. Horrific.Sickening cracks echoed through the facility as Elias’ bones stretched, elongated, mutated into something unnatural. His skin darkened, rippling and shifting, as if something inside him was trying to tear free.His breathing came out ragged. Inhuman.Kael felt his stomach lurch.No.No, no, no.This wasn’t supposed to happen.He had spent years fighting monsters like these. Creatures engineered to destroy, things born from the darkest corners of experimentation. But never—never—had he imagined he’d be watching his brother become one of them.“Elias.” His voice was barely a whisper over the alarms screaming through the facility.But Elias didn’t respond.His body convulsed. Spasmed.And then he lurched forward, his fingers clawing at the ground.His eyes—once familiar, once human—locked onto Kael.And there was nothing left in th
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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
