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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Three
The recording played through the silence like a funeral bell, each word sinking deep into the marrow of their bones.“They were never supposed to remember.”Kael’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t just the words that froze him. It was the voice. A voice he knew but couldn’t place. A voice that sounded like it had been stripped from the very fabric of his past, torn away like the pieces of himself he had never been able to reclaim.Selene’s finger hovered over the pause button, but no one told her to stop.“If they remember—if they ever start putting the pieces together—this entire operation is compromised.”The voice wasn’t just familiar. It was authoritative, cold, methodical. Someone who had been in control. Someone who had dictated their fate without them even knowing.Kael’s jaw tightened as the recording continued.“You understand what needs to be done. If Unit 12 or Unit 13 begins to show signs of remembering, we cannot afford hesitation. They are the most dangerous assets
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Four
The War They Were Never Meant to Survive The silence that followed was heavier than any gunfire, thicker than any battlefield smoke. Kael didn’t blink. Couldn’t blink. His pulse pounded in his ears, but his body remained deathly still. There, on the screen, was the ghost that had shaped his entire existence. The man who had dictated his life from the shadows. The reason Kael had no past, no history, no self beyond what had been left behind in the ruins of erased memories. The third brother. The one they were never meant to find. And yet— He had found them. The man on the screen leaned back in his chair, his smile measured, his movements calculated. “Kael,” he repeated, voice smooth, familiar, laced with something almost mocking. “Elias. It’s been a long time.” No one spoke. No one dared to. Selene’s fingers were tight on her gun, knuckles white, her breath slow and controlled. Marcus’s usual sarcasm was gone, his expression unreadable. Pamela was watching the screen like
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Five
Kael’s grip tightened on his phone, the message burning into his vision like a brand.Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.Fourteen letters. Six words. One impossible choice.The room felt colder, smaller, like the walls were closing in. The video had already been bad enough—a long-lost brother revealing himself like some twisted god of fate—but this? This was a declaration. A war cry wrapped in a single demand.Kael’s pulse thundered in his ears, his breathing controlled but sharp. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to act, to do something—but he couldn’t. Not yet. Because this wasn’t just another mission.This was the final battleground.And he was walking straight into it.PamelaPamela’s nails dug into her palms, her body locked in place.Her stomach churned, not with fear, but with something worse.Fury.Raw, undiluted, rage.After everything—after the war, the betrayals, the endless running—they were still being played? They were still being controlled?No.No, sh
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Six
Kael stared at the message on his phone, his grip tightening around the device as if he could crush the words out of existence. “Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.” The silence in the room was absolute. The weight of the message settled over them like a heavy storm, suffocating, inescapable. Kael’s pulse was steady, his face unreadable. But inside? Inside, he was calculating. Who sent the message? The third brother? Or someone else? Was this a trap? Of course it was. But what kind? An execution? A final test? A way to break him before the real fight even began? He didn’t know. And that was what bothered him the most. Kael had spent his entire life three steps ahead of his enemies. But now? Now, he was being led. And he hated that. His jaw clenched. Fine. He’d play the game. For now. The Resistance Kael moved. He grabbed his gear, checked his weapons, and started toward the door. Only for Selene to step in his way. “Not happening,” she said, arms crossed, eyes bur
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Seven
The Lab of ShadowsThe second the lights snapped on, Kael’s instincts screamed.He spun around, gun raised, scanning the darkness for a threat that didn’t appear.No alarms. No guards. No movement.Just silence.Yet something was wrong.The air was too thick, too charged with something unseen.The lab stood still, untouched—yet suffocatingly alive.The others moved behind him, their weapons ready, but the place remained eerily empty.Too empty.Kael’s eyes narrowed.This wasn’t an execution ground.This was a message.They were meant to come here.And now?They were meant to see something.The Laboratory of ShadowsSelene moved first.Her flashlight sliced through the dim hallway, illuminating shattered glass, overturned chairs, rusted medical equipment.Everything reeked of abandonment.Yet…The monitors along the walls still hummed faintly, their screens flickering with residual power.Marcus muttered, “Yeah, this place definitely shouldn’t have electricity.”Pamela walked past a ro
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Eight
The silence stretched too long.Kael stood rigid, every muscle in his body coiled, waiting.The air in the laboratory was thick with something heavy, something unnatural.The soldier in front of them… he wasn’t dead.He wasn’t aged.He wasn’t some relic of the past, barely surviving in the shadows.He was standing there like he had never left.Like the war never ended.Pamela exhaled sharply.“This isn’t possible,” she murmured, taking a small step back.Her hand trembled at her side. Not from fear—from anger.From the overwhelming wrongness of it all.The soldier smirked, his eyes flickering toward her.“Possible?” he echoed, his voice smooth, too smooth. “Pamela, Pamela, Pamela… You’re standing in a graveyard of impossible things.”Pamela’s fingers curled into fists.Selene raised her gun.“Talk,” she ordered. “Now.”The soldier tilted his head, amused.“Orders, huh?” he mused. “You’re new. Let me guess. You think you’re in control?”Selene’s jaw locked.She stepped forward, gun sti
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The door at the far end of the lab slid open. Kael’s pulse pounded in his ears. Every instinct in his body screamed danger. But he didn’t move. Because the man walking toward him… Was a ghost. Not aged. Not weathered by time. Not changed in any way. He looked exactly the same as the last time Kael had seen him. Like the years between then and now hadn’t touched him at all. Like he had been frozen in time—waiting. Kael inhaled sharply. “…Impossible,” Pamela whispered. Selene didn’t blink. Marcus’s fingers twitched near his gun. Elias exhaled slowly. Then— He laughed. A dry, humorless chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Elias muttered, shaking his head. “You really never left, did you?” The third brother stopped a few feet away, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly. His eyes scanned them all—one by one. Assessing. Calculating. Like he was reading them. Like he was testing a theory in real-time. And then—he smiled. “Left?” he repeated, amused. “I was never g
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A slow, calculated smile spread across the third brother’s face as he stepped forward, his boots making no sound against the steel floor. His posture was relaxed, almost bored, as if he had all the time in the world.“Join me or die.”The words weren’t a threat. They weren’t even a challenge.They were final.Kael stared at the man in front of him—the brother he had barely allowed himself to remember. The same face, the same sharp eyes, the same infuriatingly calm expression. Not a single wrinkle. Not a trace of time’s passage.How?Selene shifted beside him, her fingers twitching near the knife strapped to her thigh. Pamela, standing near the edge of the room, had gone rigid, her breath shallow.Elias?Elias didn’t even hesitate.Click.Kael barely had time to register the sound of the safety coming off before Elias pulled the trigger.Bang!The gunshot shattered the tense silence——but the bullet never reached its target.It stopped midair.Hung there.Frozen.Like time itself had b
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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
