All Chapters of The Death Lord Is Back: Chapter 51
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Chapter Fifthy
Kael sat in the dim glow of the safe house, the overhead light flickering like a dying star. Shadows stretched long across the walls, swallowing the corners of the room in an eerie half-darkness.His fingers curled into a fist on the tabletop, the weight of Elias’s message pressing on his chest like a steel vice.“You can’t fight me, Kael. You never could.”The words weren’t just a taunt.They were a reminder.A reminder that Elias had always been three steps ahead. Always knew how to push Kael into a corner without even touching him.And now—Now, Elias had Pamela.Kael clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe through the frustration coiling in his chest.This wasn’t just a battle for Cresmont anymore.This was personal.The stale air pressed against him, thick with the scent of dust and old leather. Across the room, Selene leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. The tension in her stance was unmistakable.She had been quiet since they left Marcus at the underground
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Chapter Fifty Two
The drive back from Calloway’s safe house was silent, but the air between Kael and Selene was anything but.It was charged.A storm building between them, thick with unspoken words, with distrust, frustration, and the sharp edge of something dangerously close to betrayal.The hum of the engine filled the space, a poor substitute for the conversation they weren’t having. The city outside passed in a blur—dim streetlights casting fleeting shadows, flickering neon signs flashing against the wet pavement.Selene sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm against her sleeve. A movement so small, so subtle, but Kael felt it like a pulse against his skin.He knew that tension.Knew what it meant.And he knew, without even looking at her, that she wasn’t going to let this go.She was waiting. Letting him stew. Letting the silence stretch just long enough for it to become unbearable.And then, finally—“No more lies.”Kael exhaled through his nose, gri
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Chapter Fifty Three
Kael stood at the center of the safe house, unmoving, staring at the flickering screen before him.A string of coordinates glowed in the dim light, a sequence of numbers that might as well have been a death sentence.Elias’s stronghold.The place Kael had spent years trying to uncover. The fortress where Elias had rebuilt himself from the ground up, cloaked in shadows, untouchable. A sanctuary of secrets, a nest of vipers where every man inside was willing to die for him.And now, Kael knew exactly where to find it.He let out a slow breath, the weight of the moment pressing against his chest.Behind him, the safe house was eerily quiet. No hum of traffic, no distant sirens—just the subtle crackle of the monitor and the faint sound of Marcus shifting against the edge of the table.Marcus looked like hell. His shirt was torn, the fabric still stained with blood from the last mission. His face was pale, the edges of his wound just beginning to heal, but his hands remained steady.His vo
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Chapter Fifty Four
The night was too quiet.That kind of quiet that only came before a bloodbath.The wind howled through the valley, carrying the scent of damp earth, of steel, of something darker beneath. No chirping insects. No rustling trees. Just silence.It stretched over the hills like a waiting predator.Beyond the ridge, Elias’s fortress loomed—a grotesque combination of steel and concrete, fortified by shadows and secrets. The outer walls were built for war, lined with high-powered floodlights that sliced through the darkness, sweeping the grounds in slow, rhythmic patterns.Kael crouched low, his fingers pressing into the damp soil beneath his gloves. His breathing was measured, calculated. He had spent years trying to find this place.Now he had.And every instinct screamed that something was wrong.His eyes swept the compound. Armed patrols moved in predictable formations—guarding blind spots, covering exits. But there were too few of them.For a man like Elias—**a ghost who had stayed unto
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Chapter Forty Five
Time slowed to a crawl.The sharp scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the acrid stench of burning metal and blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears—short bursts of gunfire, the clash of bodies, the desperate shouts—but now, there was only silence. A silence heavier than the battlefield itself.He wasn’t breathing hard. He had trained himself not to.His grip on the gun remained firm, his body still locked in combat stance, every muscle coiled and ready. But something in his mind was already screaming what his body refused to acknowledge.This wasn’t a pause in the battle.The battle was already over.Kael had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean. There had been no desperate last stand, no brutal firefight, no bodies littering the floor in waves of resistance.From the moment they had stepped into the fortress, from the moment Pamela hadn’t been restrained, from the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but control them—It h
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Chapter Fifty Six
Time stretched thin, each second dragging, suffocating in its slowness.The sharp scent of gunpowder clung to the air, mixing with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears, the distant memory of gunfire and shouts reverberating through the walls. But now, there was only silence.Not the silence of peace.The silence of checkmate.Kael’s breath remained steady—years of training had drilled that into him. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift. His gun was still firm in his grip, his stance unwavering. But the moment his mind fully grasped what had happened, something inside him twisted.This wasn’t a lull in the fight.This was the end of it.And he hadn’t won.He had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean.From the moment they had stepped into this fortress. From the moment Pamela hadn’t been bound. From the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but rather control them.Every single step had been calculated.The enemy ha
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Chapter Fifty Seven
The room was heavy with the weight of the choice laid before him.Kael felt the pressure settle in his chest, cold and suffocating, like invisible chains tightening around his ribs. His mind was racing, dissecting every word Elias had spoken, every implication hidden in his cryptic taunts. The worst part?It made sense.Too much sense.But that didn’t mean he would accept it.Elias had spent years weaving this war, twisting reality into something he could control, shaping the battlefield long before Kael had ever set foot on it. And now, he had the audacity to stand here, calm, collected, offering Kael a place at his side like it was some kind of twisted reward.Like Kael should be grateful.Like he should thank him.The thought made his stomach turn.“No.”The word came sharp and final, slicing through the silence like a blade.Selene stiffened beside him. Marcus exhaled sharply. Pamela, always unreadable, merely flicked her gaze toward Elias, watching, waiting.And Elias?He didn’t
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Chapter Fifty Eight
Kael had seen death. He had seen war. He had watched cities burn, watched men crawl through the dirt begging for lives that had already ended. And yet, none of it compared to this moment. To this name. The name on the screen glowed like a phantom, like something pulled from a nightmare. It shouldn’t have been there. It shouldn’t have existed. But it did. Kael exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. His pulse didn’t spike. His hands didn’t shake. But inside? Inside, the world was shifting. Because this wasn’t just about Elias anymore. It had never been about Elias. Selene was watching him. Waiting. Her arms were crossed, her stance steady, but Kael could see it in her eyes—the sharp calculation, the frustration, the need to understand. “What is it?” she pressed. “What does it mean?” Kael didn’t answer. Not right away. Because this name… This name. He had buried it. Just like they had wanted him to. Selene’s patience snapped. “Damn it, Kael, talk to me!” Her voic
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Chapter Fifty Nine
Kael’s fingers dug into the warped edges of the city map, his grip iron-tight as he traced the crimson-stained districts. The markers bled across Cresmont like an infection, each one a stark reminder of how much ground they had lost.Every red pin was a neighborhood gutted.A street erased.A life taken.Elias wasn’t just winning—he was purging.Kael had seen power struggles before, seen men carve their names into the underbelly of cities. But this wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t about influence.It was about elimination.Cresmont wasn’t falling under Elias’s control.It was being burned out.The weight in Kael’s chest was suffocating, pressing like a cold vice around his ribs. The realization was stark, unforgiving—this wasn’t about power anymore. Elias wasn’t looking to rule Cresmont.He was looking to erase it.And Kael was the last piece standing.A loose thread in an empire Elias was setting ablaze.One that would be cut sooner rather than later.Marcus let out a slow breath from wher
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Chapter Sixty
The safe house was silent. Not the kind of silence that brought peace, but the kind that came before a storm. Kael sat at the head of the table, fingers interlaced, eyes fixed on nothing. But his mind? It was somewhere else. The name on the encrypted file had cracked open something inside him. A memory. A truth he had forced himself to forget. And now? Now, he had to speak it. Not because he wanted to. Because there was no choice left. Marcus was seated across from him, a half-empty glass of whiskey at his side, but he wasn’t drinking. He was waiting. Selene stood near the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Pamela sat beside Marcus, but her focus wasn’t on Kael. It was on the city map spread across the table—one marked with too many red zones. Places that had already fallen. Places Elias now controlled. Kael finally exhaled. Then, he spoke. “You want the truth?” His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Something old. Something broken.
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