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The world was a blur of smoke and fire.Kael’s body ached in ways he hadn’t felt in years. The impact had thrown him across the warehouse, his ribs screaming in protest as he pushed himself off the debris. Everything was burning. The air was thick with dust and the acrid stench of explosives, but his mind cut through the pain like a knife.He had one thought.Pamela.She had been right there.Kael staggered forward, his ears still ringing from the explosion. His vision blurred for half a second before snapping back into focus. He saw Marcus first.The man lay sprawled against a pile of rubble, blood seeping through his side.Kael moved fast, crouching beside him. “Marcus.”Marcus’s eyelids fluttered open, his grin weak but still there. “You look like shit.”Kael exhaled sharply. “You’re bleeding out.”“Yeah, well.” Marcus coughed, the sound wet. “It’s not the first time.”Kael pressed a hand against his wound, forcing the bleeding to slow. Marcus grunted, but there was no real protest
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Eight
Kael sat in the lit safe house, the dull ache in his ribs was crazy and it served as a reminder that he had barely survived the last encounter. The explosion had taken more out of him than he’d admit, but there was no time for rest. Pamela was still out there—somewhere—and every second wasted was a second closer to her being beyond saving. In fact he was even more angry and furious than before. What he wanted now was the taste of blood.He clenched his jaw, pushing through the pain as he looked over the gathered team. Marcus was bandaged but standing, ever the reckless bastard. A handful of their best men remained, but their numbers were thin. Deep Space had been cutting through their ranks, tightening their grip.Kael didn’t need a reminder that they were outgunned and outnumbered. He already knew.“We move soon,” Kael said, his voice calm, but the weight behind it sent a chill through the room.Marcus exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re half-broken, half our men are dead or scattered
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Nine
Deep Space Headquarters – The Hidden RulersThe room was pitch-black, save for the soft glow of a single overhead light. Mr. Black stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.But inside? He was seething.A holographic conference flickered before him, displaying the silhouettes of the true powers behind Deep Space. Their identities remained hidden—distorted voices, blurred images, nothing concrete.Still, their presence was suffocating.“You assured us Kael would be neutralized by now.” The first voice was smooth, dangerously calm.Mr. Black didn’t flinch. “He should have been.”The second figure spoke, their tone laced with warning. “But he isn’t.”Mr. Black exhaled slowly. “Kael was never the problem.” He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. “The problem is the interference. Someone is attacking us from the shadows—someone who isn’t Kael.”The third figure, silent until now, let out a quiet chuckle. “And you don’t know who it is.”Mr. Black’s ja
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty
The black site stood like a fortress at the edge of the city—a steel monolith surrounded by razor-wire fences, high-security watchtowers, and a rotating patrol of armed guards.Most people didn’t even know this place existed.The ones who did? Never left.Kael crouched in the shadows of a distant rooftop, his eyes were locked on the facility below. He could feel the weight of the mission settling onto his shoulders, but he pushed the tension aside.This wasn’t just another operation.This was Pamela and her father had placed the burden of him protecting her on his shoulders.“She’s in there,” Marcus muttered, adjusting the scope of his rifle. “But so is an entire damn army.”Kael didn’t respond, his mind already dissecting every angle, every weakness in the facility’s defenses.Selene stood a few feet away, silent, observing. Unlike Marcus, she wasn’t questioning the mission.She had already made her choice.“Let’s move,” Kael said finally.And the hunt began.———Inside the black sit
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty one
The air was thick with tension, the stench of blood and gunpowder still lingering in the aftermath of the black site raid. The facility was in ruins—guards lay motionless, security doors had been blasted open, and the blaring alarms had finally gone silent.But the real battle hadn’t even started yet.Kael stood in the center of the wreckage, his body tense and unreadable. Pamela was finally free, leaning against Marcus, her wrists still raw from the restraints. But her eyes were sharp—she wasn’t broken.No one spoke.Because all of them were staring at the man standing before Kael.The unknown faction had finally revealed themselves.And at the front of their group, staring directly at Kael, was a man he hadn’t seen in years.A man who should have been rotting in a grave.Nikolai.He hadn’t changed much. Same piercing gaze, same smirk that always held too much meaning. His stance was relaxed, casual even—as if this wasn’t the first time he had walked into Kael’s warzone and survived.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Two
Kael stood in the center of the ruined black site, and as his stared, his decision was made. Nikolai watched him and his expression was blank. But behind those sharp eyes, Kael could see it—disappointment. “You’re making a mistake,” Nikolai said smoothly, as if he wasn’t standing among the wreckage Kael had left behind. Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t take advice from dead men.” He spat. Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head. “You always were stubborn.” He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice. “You think you’re protecting them by walking away? By choosing Pamela and Selene over the truth?” He leaned in slightly. “Deep Space isn’t the end of this war, Kael. They’re just the beginning.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. Nikolai sighed, exhaling as if the weight of the situation was suddenly tiring. “Fine. Walk away. But when this war burns everything you love to the ground, just remember—I tried to help you.” Kael’s fingers twitched slightly at his side. Not from hes
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Three
Pamela sat at the head of the Northland Enterprises boardroom, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she surveyed the room after the whole drama that happened last night.Every single executive seated across from her looked tense. Some avoided her gaze, others wore thinly veiled expressions of guilt.She already knew.Something was wrong.Harold Kensington, one of the senior board members, cleared his throat. “Pamela, we called this meeting to discuss the future of Northland Enterprises.”Pamela’s jaw tightened. “Go on.” Harold glanced at the others before delivering the betrayal.“The board has decided that the best course of action is to accept Deep Space Group’s acquisition offer.”The words hit like a slap and disappointment and shock covered her face.Pamela froze, her grip on the chair tightening. “Excuse me?”Harold shifted in his seat but held his ground. “Deep Space controls too much of the market now. We’ve lost crucial trade routes, our investors are panicking, and
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty Four
Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering
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Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a
Chapter Thirty Nine
Selene’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her breath uneven. The air was cold, the kind of sterile chill that only came from places meant to keep people hidden and forgotten. She sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in her skull. The room was small—gray concrete walls, a single flickering light overhead, and a steel door with no handle from the inside. A cell. But she wasn’t restrained. Which meant whoever had taken her didn’t see her as a threat. Or worse—they wanted her to run. A chair scraped against the floor. Selene’s eyes snapped toward the figure across from her, sitting too comfortably, watching her with the kind of patience that made her skin crawl. He was older, mid-50s maybe, with sharp, predatory features. He wore a simple, unmarked suit—expensive, but nondescript. The kind of wealth that didn’t need to flaunt itself. And yet… Something about him felt off. Like he wasn’t supposed to exist. “Good,” he said, his voice calm. Even. Controlled. “You’re awake.”he sm
Chapter Thirty Eight
Kael stood in the obscurely lit warehouse, his eyes scanning the decrypted message on the tablet in front of him with a calm demeanor.The intel was clear. Precise and Final.Deep Space wasn’t waiting anymore.They had gathered every resource, every mercenary, every corrupt official willing to sell their soul. And now, they were preparing a full-scale assault to end this war. Deep space was growing bigger than expected.Kael set the tablet down, his expression was faint and unreadable.Marcus, his arm still bandaged from the last attack, leaned against the metal table. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” I heaved a deep sigh.Kael exhaled slowly. “They’re getting desperate.”Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, desperate men are the ones who get the most people killed.”Kael didn’t respond. He was already planning with his eyes darted at nothing.Because if Deep Space wanted a final war?They were going to get one.——-Pamela on the other hand stormed into the warehouse, her h
Chapter Thirty seven
Selene stormed into the penthouse house, rage simmering beneath her skin. She barely waited for the door to swing shut before she tossed a thick file onto the table in front of Kael.Kael didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at it.He sat in the worn leather chair, calmly cleaning his gun like he had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, ready to rip the truth out of him.Selene’s chest heaved. “Say something.”Kael finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Good evening?”Selene saw red. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Don’t act like this is nothing.” She shoved the file closer, her movements rigid with anger. “I know what you are.”Kael leaned back in his chair, expression impossibly calm. “That’s funny.” He tilted his head slightly. “I don’t even know what I am.”Selene froze. Just for a second.What?Kael tapped his fingers against the table. “But if you’ve figured it out, by all means, enlighten me.”Selene’s nails dug into her palms. “You’re
Chapter Thirty Six
Kael didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t show a flicker of hesitation.“No.”Elias arched a brow, looking neither surprised nor offended. If anything, he seemed… amused.“No?” he repeated, like he was giving Kael a chance to correct himself.Kael held his gaze, voice even. “You heard me.”A long silence stretched between them. The kind that felt like a countdown.Then Elias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you’d say that.” He exhaled, hands slipping into his pockets. “You always did like making things difficult.”Kael didn’t bother responding. He was already calculating the next move. Because Elias wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to test him.And Kael had just failed.Elias tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting, do you?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know enough.”“No,” Elias said simply. “You don’t.”Then, instead of pressing the issue, he stepped back.No threats. No violence.Jus
Chapter Thirty Five
The train station was silent, save for the soft hum of flickering overhead lights. Kael stood still, his grip firm on his gun, though he hadn’t raised it yet.Because he knew this man.The figure stepped forward, the dim glow finally illuminating his face.Kael’s jaw tightened.Elias.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Kael had seen a lot of ghosts in his lifetime. But this one?This one was supposed to be buried.Elias tilted his head, watching Kael with an unsettling calm amusement.“Well,” Elias murmured, his voice smooth, familiar—too familiar. “I was wondering how long it would take before we had this little reunion.”Kael’s eyes darkened. “You’re dead.”Elias smirked. “I was.”Kael said nothing, but his mind was already moving.This wasn’t just about survival.This was about the past finally catching up to him.And Elias?Elias was proof that Kael had never actually escaped it even as he went on being the quarry ruler.Elias took another slow step forward, hands casually
Chapter Thirty Four
Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering
Chapter Thirty Three
Pamela sat at the head of the Northland Enterprises boardroom, her hands clasped tightly in front of her as she surveyed the room after the whole drama that happened last night.Every single executive seated across from her looked tense. Some avoided her gaze, others wore thinly veiled expressions of guilt.She already knew.Something was wrong.Harold Kensington, one of the senior board members, cleared his throat. “Pamela, we called this meeting to discuss the future of Northland Enterprises.”Pamela’s jaw tightened. “Go on.” Harold glanced at the others before delivering the betrayal.“The board has decided that the best course of action is to accept Deep Space Group’s acquisition offer.”The words hit like a slap and disappointment and shock covered her face.Pamela froze, her grip on the chair tightening. “Excuse me?”Harold shifted in his seat but held his ground. “Deep Space controls too much of the market now. We’ve lost crucial trade routes, our investors are panicking, and
Chapter Thirty Two
Kael stood in the center of the ruined black site, and as his stared, his decision was made. Nikolai watched him and his expression was blank. But behind those sharp eyes, Kael could see it—disappointment. “You’re making a mistake,” Nikolai said smoothly, as if he wasn’t standing among the wreckage Kael had left behind. Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t take advice from dead men.” He spat. Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head. “You always were stubborn.” He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice. “You think you’re protecting them by walking away? By choosing Pamela and Selene over the truth?” He leaned in slightly. “Deep Space isn’t the end of this war, Kael. They’re just the beginning.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. Nikolai sighed, exhaling as if the weight of the situation was suddenly tiring. “Fine. Walk away. But when this war burns everything you love to the ground, just remember—I tried to help you.” Kael’s fingers twitched slightly at his side. Not from hes
