The room was a frozen tableau of confusion and tension. The mysterious attacker was encased in a thick layer of Johnny’s ice, only his face visible, his eyes wide with shock and fury. Jade lay unconscious on the disheveled bed, tended to by a stoic Axel. And in the center of it all stood Kelvin, his chest aching from the kick, his mind reeling between the two new, opposing threats. “Save me?” Kelvin’s voice was a strained whisper, his gaze darting from the frozen man to Johnny’s outstretched hand. “You just broke into someone's room! You’re with him!” He pointed a trembling finger at the ice statue. “Who, Popsicle over there?” Johnny said, lowering his hand and nodding toward the trapped figure. “Nah. We’re the ones who just stopped him from bagging and tagging you. We’ve been tracking you since you left the city. Name’s Johnny. The quiet one is Axel. We work with Kyle.” The name hit Kelvin like a physical blow." Kyle. I've heared that name before,...nooo...I do know who he

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Chapter 168: Converging Lines

*24 Hours Later* The jeep sped down a dusty, forgotten access road, the red plains of the outskirts stretching out to a hazy, unforgiving horizon. In the back, Jade stirred, groaning as consciousness returned. Her body ached, a deep soreness that was a mix of last night’s passion and the precise, debilitating strike that had followed. “Wha… where…?” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering open. “You’re safe,” Kelvin’s voice came from the passenger seat, filled with relief. He turned to look at her, his face etched with worry. “Well, safer than we were. These people… they’re friends.” Jade pushed herself up, wincing as she took in the old military grade interior of the vehicle and the two strangers in the front. Her gaze immediately hardened when she saw Johnny behind the wheel. “You,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You’re the one who froze my shoulder.” “And you’re welcome,” Johnny replied, not taking his eyes off the road. “The other guy was planning on doing a lot worse. Nam

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Chapter 169: The Ark and the Storm

The safe house was a cramped, dusty warehouse on the industrial fringe of the city, smelling of old oil and desperation. The air buzzed with a low hum of tension from the two dozen people huddled inside. These were the faces from Rush’s map the twelve Kyle and his team had saved. They weren't saints. Petty thieves, a forger, a couple of brawlers who’d taken things too far. Their crimes were small, the kind that once warranted fines or community service. But they shared one damning trait: they were Gifted. And in the King’s new world, that meant their punishment was to be a public execution. Kyle stood on an overturned crate, looking over his ragtag army of criminals and outcasts. “You’re here because the punishment no longer fits the crime,” he stated, his voice cutting through the nervous whispers. “He isn’t judging you for what you did. He’s killing you for what you are. That ends now.” A man with knuckles scarred from countless fights grunted. A woman who could shift the

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Chapter 170: The Monster Behind the Mask

The revelation echoed in the vast hall, more deafening than any explosion. The King, the architect of a genocide against the Gifted, stood wreathed in crackling, dark energy. The air itself writhed around him, thick with the scent of ozone and something older, something rotten. "Surprised?" the King's voice was a distorted purr, the modulator struggling to contain the raw power vibrating through him. "The shepherd must sometimes wear the fleece to lead the flock to slaughter." Kyle’s mind, usually a weapon of precision and speed, was a maelstrom of disbelieving horror. Every speech, every execution, every decree it was all a lie built on the deepest, most vile hypocrisy. The shock cost him. He was a statue of betrayed fury. It was all the opening the King needed. He moved. It wasn't the blur of light that was Kyle’s gift; it was a terrifying, instantaneous translocation. One moment he was twenty feet away, the next, his fist, wreathed in that dark, red edged lightning, was b

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Chapter 171: The Face of the Enemy

The air in the grand hall was no longer just air; it was a pressurized conduit for pure power. Kyle stood wreathed in a nimbus of solar white energy, the very light seeming to heal the space around him. The King’s dark lightning, which had felt so dominant moments before, now crackled defensively against this new, purifying force. “Impossible,” the King snarled, the modulator on his mask straining. Kyle didn’t answer with words. He answered with motion. He vanished. It wasn't the blurring speed he’d used before; it was an instantaneous translation from one point to another, a teleport of pure light. He reappeared inside the King’s guard, his fist, a condensed star of energy, connecting with the dark armor covering the King’s jaw. The impact was a thunderclap of released light. The King was hurled backward, skidding across the polished floor, dark energy sputtering where the blow had landed. The dynamic of the fight had irrevocably shifted. The King roared, unleashing a whi

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Chapter 172: Endgame

The world narrowed to the space between them. The grand hall, the sounds of the dying battle outside, the very air it all vanished. There was only the face. The face from his darkest memories, the one that haunted the edges of his dreams. Devon West. Smiling a bloody, triumphant smile. “You…” Kyle’s voice was a shattered thing, all the power and light drained from it, leaving only raw, childhood pain. “Why? Why would you do this? What was your scheme?” He took a stumbling step forward, the weight of a decade of grief crushing him. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything.” This was the moment he had fantasized about in silent, hateful moments for years. The chance for justice. For closure. Kyle ignited a single, shimmering dagger of light. He sped forward, not with the god like radiance of before, but with the desperate, vengeful speed of a grieving son. Devon, mortally wounded, had no hope of dodging. He didn't even try. As Kyle plunged the luminous blade deep into

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Chapter 173: The One Below All

The world was a symphony of screams and shattering stone. Kyle’s own cry was lost in the cacophony, a raw, desperate order torn from a breaking heart. “Carter! Find Sophie! Find Sam and Kat! Get them out! Get them as far away as you can!” Carter, his face a grim mask of duty amidst the falling ash, gave a sharp, final nod. It was a salute. A goodbye. He turned and vanished into the inferno, a soldier on his last mission. Then, a new sound cut through the apocalypse. It was not a roar or a shriek, but a voice. A female voice, smooth as polished obsidian and cold as the void between stars. It spoke his name, and it echoed not just in his ears, but in his very soul. “Kyleeeee… We meet again.” He looked up. From the largest, most central portal, a figure descended. She was not a hulking cyclops, but a woman of impossible, terrifying perfection. Her form was wreathed in shifting shadows and embers of dying stars. Her hair flowed like a nebula, and her eyes held the cold, anci

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Chapter 174: A Final, Defiant Light

The world was ending. The taste of dirt and blood was a final, gritty sacrament. The sphere of anti life gathered above, a pinprick of absolute negation poised to erase him from existence. The weight of a planet was upon him, the weight of failure, the weight of every life lost. No. The thought was not a whisper, but a crack of thunder in the silent depths of his soul. This… this cannot end here. It began as a tremor in his shattered hand. Then a spark, a single, defiant fleck of gold against the overwhelming blackness. With a roar that tore from the very core of his being, Kyle pushed. Not just with his body, but with his spirit, his grief, his love for his friends, his duty to his sister, his rage at the injustice of it all. “DEREKKKKKKKKK!” The name was a weapon, a challenge hurled up through hundreds of feet of solid rock. It was a rejection of the herald, the man who had orchestrated this nightmare. Above, The One Below All paused, the sphere of energy flickering. Sh

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Chapter 174: A Final, Defiant Light

The world was ending. The taste of dirt and blood was a final, gritty sacrament. The sphere of anti life gathered above, a pinprick of absolute negation poised to erase him from existence. The weight of a planet was upon him, the weight of failure, the weight of every life lost. No. The thought was not a whisper, but a crack of thunder in the silent depths of his soul. This… this cannot end here. It began as a tremor in his shattered hand. Then a spark, a single, defiant fleck of gold against the overwhelming blackness. With a roar that tore from the very core of his being, Kyle pushed. Not just with his body, but with his spirit, his grief, his love for his friends, his duty to his sister, his rage at the injustice of it all. “DEREKKKKKKKKK!” The name was a weapon, a challenge hurled up through hundreds of feet of solid rock. It was a rejection of the herald, the man who had orchestrated this nightmare. Above, The One Below All paused, the sphere of energy flickering. Sh

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Chapter 175: The Awakening

The silence after the explosion was heavier than the battle itself. Kyle stood, his body trembling with a fatigue that went deeper than bone, down to the very spark of his soul. The golden light had faded, leaving him a solitary figure in a world of glass and ash. The rising sun, a defiant orange ember in a smoke choked sky, cast long, distorted shadows across the corpse of the city. He had done it. The One Below All was gone. The thought brought no triumph, only a hollow, aching void where his friends used to be. A ragged cough broke the stillness. A few yards away, a figure stirred amidst the debris. Derek West, somehow clinging to a shred of life after being torn from the entity, was crawling, his expensive suit in tatters, his body broken. He saw Kyle and a pathetic, desperate hope flared in his eyes. He dragged himself to Kyle’s feet, clutching at his ankles with bloody hands. “Kyle… please,” he gasped, each word a wet, bubbling struggle. “Mercy. I’m… I’m sor

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