All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 211
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Chapter 211. Signs of Chaos.
Vael POVThe morning air tasted of iron and ash. Even the wind seemed to carry the echo of last night’s council, sharp, bitter and suspicious. Vael’s boots crushed the stiff grass as he strode across the training field, every step beating out the same thought... Something is wrong with that boy.He’d felt it in the chamber when Kirin spoke. The generals had argued, sneered, shouted, but Vael hadn’t heard them. All he’d heard was the quiet hum beneath Kirin’s skin, a vibration that didn’t belong to this world. Chaos Qi. Raw and untamed, like a beast sharpening its claws in silence.Vael rolled his shoulders, muscles twitching beneath his leather coat. He was no stranger to power. He’d fought warlords who drank demon blood for breakfast and assassins who wove poison into their breath. But the current swirling inside Kirin wasn’t power. It was something older, something entirely wrong and unknownThe boy was already waiting when Vael stepped onto the field. Kirin stood in the center of t
Chapter 212. The Red Sky.
The march had become a blur of endless footsteps and muted voices. After the punishing training with Vael, Kirin spent two full days doing nothing but letting his body heal itself back together. The drills still haunted him in small flashes... the way his muscles had screamed under the weights, the icy terror of the illusion, the smell of his own sweat and blood mixing with the cold mountain air.Two days wasn’t nearly enough to heal. His bones still ached with a dull, stubborn throb, but the army never stopped. The endless line of soldiers tramped forward, boots grinding mud and frost into the dirt, banners snapping faintly in a restless wind. Kirin didn’t know where they were headed, he hadn’t thought to ask. All he knew was that every step carried them farther from the Demon Lord’s advancing horde.The retreat felt both comforting and shameful. Comforting, because survival was survival. Shameful, because each mile was another admission of defeat.On the morning of the third day, so
Chapter 213. First Clash.
Kirin POVThe crimson sky never dimmed. It only deepened, as if the heavens themselves had decided to bleed for the living below. The air was heavy with iron and smoke. Every breath tasted like rust. Kirin tightened the leather strap on his gauntlet and glanced at the dark horizon where the storm churned. He could feel the weight of thousands of souls pressing against his senses, soldiers trembling behind their spears, commanders muttering prayers, and far beyond, a tide of snarling hunger crawling closer.The demon vanguard was coming.“Hold formation!” a general bellowed down the line. “Shields up! Blades forward!”The clatter of iron answered him. Across the ridge, the Malakaran army formed ranks like a living wall, banners snapping in the bloody wind. Even the most seasoned soldiers looked pale. They had seen what a single demon could do. They knew that tonight was not about victory. Tonight was about surviving the first scream.Kirin’s squad gathered around him. Twelve men and wo
Chapter 214. Cracks in the Sky.
Vael POVThe storm split the horizon like a wound that refused to close. Crimson lightning raked the clouds, casting a bloody glow over the battlefield. Vael stood at the front lines, boots sinking into mud already thick with the dead. The air reeked of iron and scorched flesh. His soldiers, ragged, bloodied and terrified formed a wavering wall behind him. They were all that remained of an army meant to hold a continent. And tonight, they were about to break.Vael’s eyes swept the enemy lines, searching for the one figure who haunted every nightmare he still allowed himself to have.The Demon Lord.'He's not here...'He exhaled through clenched teeth, a flicker of gratitude cutting through the tension like a blade of cool water. He could still feel the scars from their last meeting, four days of ceaseless fighting across shattered valleys and burning skies. Four days trading blows with a monster that wielded power itself like a second heart. He had nearly died in that endless duel, an
Chapter 215. He who understands the laws.
The sky was a wound ripped open by power that defied every rule Vael had spent his life mastering. The rift bled silver light, spilling across the battlefield like liquid moonfire. Soldiers on both sides froze mid stride, blades hovering in the air, arrows suspended like startled birds. Even the thunder in the clouds seemed to falter, each rumble stretched and warped, as though the world itself struggled to keep pace.And then he stepped through.The figure emerged with no sound, no flare of Qi, no pressure of aura. Yet the very sight of him made the marrow in Vael’s bones shiver. He was not tall, not armored, not crowned with any sign of royalty, only a man in plain robes the color of ancient parchment, hair streaked with silver as if the heavens had brushed him with moonlight. But with a single flick of his wrist, time itself bent.The charge of demon beasts slowed to a crawl. Their roars dragged into distorted echoes. A thousand blades that had been swinging toward Vael now tremble
Chapter 216. The Ponderer’s Greeting.
Vael could not understand.The Demon Lord, the walking calamity whose very breath made this realm of Malakar decay was speaking Master Yose’s name as if it belonged to an old memory.That shouldn’t be possible.No one knew where Yose came from. Not the sages, not the ancient sects, not even the Celestial Council that claimed to record every grain of cosmic history.Yose had simply always... existed.Always there.He was a silent presence when storms threatened to drown the world, a steady hand when heroes faltered.But a history or a birthplace? He had none of those. He was an existence that only intervened when the state of a realm was in distress, such as Malakar was in now.Vael’s heart hammered as the Demon Lord’s voice rolled across the shattered sky.“So,” the monster rumbled, molten veins glowing like veins of hellfire, “you finally crawl out of your quiet little hole, Yose.”The name sounded strange in that abyssal tone, like a secret being dragged through broken glass.Vael’s
Chapter 217. The First Strike.
Vael POVThe world beyond the barrier shuddered like a living beast. From inside the translucent sphere Yose had wrapped around me, I felt every vibration in my bones, a muted thunder that rattled through my marrow and soul alike. The air itself was heavy, a suffocating blanket of warped gravity that pressed against my chest no matter how many breaths I tried to take.The demon lord Mal’Garoth moved first.The Demon Lord of Torment launched forward in a blur of molten obsidian, each stride cracking the earth beneath him like fragile glass. His horned silhouette blazed against the red sky, his body a furnace of living magma. When his fists came down, they were less fists and more like falling worlds. The ground he struck buckled and screamed, veins of molten rock ripping open in violent webs. The very crust of Malakar folded like torn parchment.Yose raised a single hand.Without a single incantation. Just a calm, almost bored gesture like brushing dust from a sleeve. The shockwave tha
Chapter 218. The Ponderer’s Question.
Vael POVThe world was ending in silence.It was a strange thing to notice silence while three Demon Lords shredded the crust of Malakar like wet paper. The sky above wasn’t even a sky anymore, just a warped blur of molten red and collapsing dimensions. And yet, through all the screaming stone and burning air, Yose’s voice cut through like a bell.He wasn’t shouting. He wasn’t even breathing hard.“You fight for freedom,” Yose said, sidestepping a column of void fire as if it were a lazy breeze. “But tell me, do you even know what that word means?”Mal’Garoth answered with his fists. His entire body was a furnace of collapsing suns, a moving earthquake wrapped in molten armor. He roared and smashed forward, each punch shaking the bones of Malakar’s dead.“Freedom is power!” Mal’Garoth’s voice was a volcanic detonation, ripping apart the atmosphere itself. “To take what was denied! To burn the cage until it cannot hold!”Yose tilted his head. He caught the demon’s fist on a single fing
Chapter 219. The Shattered Realm.
Vael POVThe air itself had turned into a living thing, heavy, furious, and desperate to crush everything inside it. The realm of Malakar slowly began to fall apart.Vael clung to the fractured subspace as a sound like a thousand mountains grinding together roared through his bones. Black rivers boiled upward in towering spirals, hurling steaming shards of obsidian into the crimson sky. Entire mountain ranges folded inward like paper and vanished into bottomless voids. Cities, old fortresses and broken spires that had stood for millennia sank silently into cracks that opened like yawning jaws.His ears rang. His heartbeat felt like a hammer. Gravity no longer followed rules. One instant he was dragged to his knees, the next he was floating, the next he was smashed face first into the surface of the subspace. He tasted blood and the air burned like acid in his lungs.But even in this chaos, Yose stood as if Malakar were nothing more than a misbehaving child. The man’s white robes did
Chapter 220. Last Chains.
The sky above Malakar peeled back like damp paper, bleeding streaks of black violet light. Vael could barely keep his eyes open inside the shimmering shell of subspace that Yose had folded around him. The barrier felt like standing inside a bubble of molten glass, too bright to stare at, too dark to see through. Every heartbeat rattled the air like a gong.Outside, Yose moved with the patience of a man untangling knots rather than fighting for his life. He stood at the eye of the storm, robes rippling in the pressure, one hand raised and fingers curved like a conductor calling an orchestra to attention. Around him spun three chains of light so dense they looked carved from diamond. Each chain floated like a serpent, humming with a pitch that set Vael’s teeth on edge.Mal’Garoth, the Lord of Endless Rage, hurled his body forward, every muscle dripping red flame. He swung a claw big enough to cleave a mountain in half. Yose merely tilted his wrist. The nearest chain bent with a soft chi