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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty One
The warehouse was still ringing from the sniper’s bullet.Marcus pressed his back against a stack of crates, breathing heavily. The shattered window above let in the cool night air, but the tension in the room made it feel suffocating.Kael, on the other hand, remained unshaken.He crouched low, eyes sharp as he scanned the direction of the shot. The broken shards of glass on the floor reflected the faint glow of city lights, but the real danger was still out there.Marcus swore under his breath. “That was so close.”Kael didn’t respond immediately. His gaze glinted upward, locking onto the distant rooftop where the glint of a rifle scope had been seconds ago. He could still feel the lingering presence of the sniper.They weren’t running. They were watching.“We’re being tested,” Kael murmured, his voice eerily calm.Marcus wiped sweat off his forehead. “Yeah? Well, I don’t like being someone’s damn practice target.”Kael tilted his head slightly, calculating. The sniper had already f
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Two
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from the city below. Dream Hill stood tall above Cresmont, its winding roads lined with mansions that belonged to the wealthiest, the untouchable. And at the very peak of it all—Kael’s villa.Selene stood outside the iron gates, her patience wearing thin.She pressed the intercom button again, her finger jabbing into the metal. “I know you’re in there, Kael.”There was Silence.The security cameras above tilted slightly, their lenses focusing on her. He was watching. Of course, he was.Selene exhaled sharply. “You’re not getting rid of me this time,” she muttered.She crossed her arms, determination hardening in her chest.For weeks, she had been chasing shadows, following leads that led to dead ends and erased records. But no matter how much she dug, Kael’s name kept surfacing in places it shouldn’t.A lowly quarry worker had no business owning a villa in the most expensive district in the city.A nobody didn’t just appear in
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Three
Pamela stood in the middle of the lit warehouse, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.The silence around her felt wrong. There were no bodyguards. No security. Just a long, empty space leading to a single chair placed in the center of the room.And in that chair, waiting for her, was Mr. Black.He sat with a calm stillness, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. No unnecessary movement, no wasted expression—just piercing, unreadable eyes locked onto her.Pamela had been expecting something worse. Someone larger, louder, more brutal.But this was worse.Because Mr. Black didn’t need to intimidate her.He already owned the room.Pamela lifted her chin, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “You asked for me. I’m here.” She tried her best not to sound terrified.Mr. Black smiled. Not warm. Not cold. Just… nothing.“I admire efficiency,” he said smoothly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the armrests.“Leave Kael,” he said. “Cut ties
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Four
The message came at 3:47 AM.Kael sat in his villa’s study, the faint glow from his laptop screen the only light in the room. He had been reviewing the latest reports on Deep Space’s arms operations, his mind already plotting the next strike.Then his phone vibrated once.A single encrypted message flashed onto his screen.Unknown Sender: Play it.Kael’s eyes narrowed. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before clicking the attachment.The video loaded in seconds.The first thing he saw was Pamela.She was tied to a chair in the center of a faintly lit room, her wrists bound behind her back. Her head hung forward, strands of hair falling over her face. A thin trickle of blood ran down her temple, disappearing beneath her collar.Kael studied her expression.Bruised, but unbroken.Pamela lifted her head slightly, her breath unsteady. The camera tilted, revealing a tall figure standing behind her. The angle didn’t show his face, but Kael recognized the voice immediately.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Five
The scent of gunpowder and blood still lingered in the air as the last mercenary collapsed to the ground, motionless.Kael stood in the middle of the alley, unbothered, his gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. He barely spared a glance at the bodies before shifting his gaze to Selene.She was alive. Unharmed. But furious.Selene shoved past him, her breathing ragged. “What the hell was that?!”Kael arched an eyebrow, holstering his weapon. “That,” he said lazily, “was me saving your life.”Selene whirled around, her eyes blazing. “I didn’t need saving!”Kael let out a quiet chuckle. “Really? Because from where I was standing, you were about two seconds away from getting your throat cut.”Selene ignored the condescension, her fists tightening at her sides. She had spent weeks chasing ghosts, piecing together a mystery that no one wanted her to solve.And tonight, everything had snapped into place.She stared at him, hard. “You’re not leading me to the war god, are you?”Kae
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Six
The night was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped around the city like a noose. The streets surrounding the Deep Space compound were eerily quiet, but Kael knew better than to trust the silence.They were waiting for him.Inside the armored SUV, Marcus was checking his weapons, loading magazines with precise, methodical movements. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare grim focus. Across from him, three of their most trusted men—killers, not soldiers—silently prepped their gear.Kael sat in the front seat, eyes locked on the warehouse ahead.Pamela was in there.Alive.For now.His fingers tightened slightly around his gun.Deep Space thought they were holding the leverage.They had no idea what was coming.Marcus exhaled through his nose. “I don’t like this.”Kael didn’t look at him. “You never do.”Marcus huffed. “No, I mean I really don’t like this. It’s too quiet. Too clean. Deep Space doesn’t work clean. They should be sending us threats, body parts, something to piss
The Death Lord Is Back The Shadow Falls
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
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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
