All Chapters of Rise Of Hades' Hellborn: Trumpets Of The Damned : Chapter 41
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The Unstable Avatar II
The shadow’s blade began its descent in a measured final swing. “Stop!” Kaelin’s voice cracked through the realm like thunder, sharp and commanding. The blade halted—barely two inches from Myles’ neck. Time itself seemed to freeze for a heartbeat, the tip of Nixx’s weapon humming with deathly anticipation. The shadow tilted its featureless head. “Lord?” it hissed, voice like a breeze through a crypt. “Stick to the plan, Nixx,” Kaelin replied coldly, his eyes flickering with dark fire. “Of course, my Lord.” The entity pulled back its weapon with a disappointed sneer, the blade retracting into shadowy mist as if it had never existed at all. Myles, gasping, propped himself up with one trembling hand. “What the hell is going on here?” he snarled, his voice raw, eyes darting between Kaelin and the wraith-like assassin. No one answered him. Instead, without warning, Nixx’s arms shifted. From each wrist, two long black tendrils slithered outward, whiplike and alive with dark e
Trumpet 2 Sounds
Meanwhile, in reality…“Paragon! Stand your ground!”The command came with the sharp crack of authority, but anyone who knew Lieutenant Savannah “Anna” Storm well could hear something underneath—the ragged edge of exhaustion. Her voice was gravelled, worn thin by hours of battle and the constant drumbeat of chaos around her. If it weren’t for the sheer iron in her tone, one might not have recognized it as hers at all.She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing a mix of sweat, grime, and a streak of dried blood. Her bow was already in hand, and from the quiver strapped to her back she drew a single arrow with deliberate care—petanium-laced, the kind that could drop even the higher-tier demons if used well.Her muscles burned. Her breathing was ragged. And she could feel it—those tendrils of fear, the whispering kind that crept in through the cracks exhaustion left behind. Anna clenched her jaw, forcing them back down into the pit where they belonged.She didn’t have
The Strain Of The Hellborn
Myles came awake in an instant, not to sunlight or a comforting voice, but to the hum of something he knew all too well — the faint, almost insectile buzz of energy suppressors.It was a sound he had begun to recognize in the marrow of his bones, the way an old soldier might know the click of a rifle safety or the whistle of incoming artillery. Low, consistent, and oppressive, like the world’s quietest prison bars humming against his skin.That could only mean one thing.His mind raced — possibilities forming, colliding, shattering before they could settle. Was this containment? A precaution? An intervention? His pulse sped, but his body… his body felt like it was trapped in syrup. Heavy. Sluggish.The sharp, polite clink of porcelain meeting porcelain cut through his spiraling thoughts. The sound was delicate, civilized — wildly out of place in the tension strangling the air.He turned his head toward it and found Anna sitting at a small table in the corner, cradling a fine china tea