All Chapters of THE EXILED WARLORD: Chapter 161
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Chapter 160 – “Trial by Fire”
Evelyn refuses to kneel. The Phoenix lashes out, burning part of her arm off.“I will not kneel " Evelyn said, her voice steady, but her heart thundering.The Phoenix Prince blinked. Slowly. Once.Then fire exploded from his body.A lash of molten flame arced through the air before Evelyn could dodge.She screamed as it struck her arm her left from shoulder to wrist searing flesh and bone in an instant. The pain was blinding. Her knees buckled. Smoke curled from her skin.Still, she didn’t bow.The boy hovered above her, expression unchanged.“That was mercy " he whispered. “You ask for miracles without surrender "Evelyn gritted her teeth, clutching her ruined arm as she stumbled to her feet. “You think power is owed obedience. It isn’t "His eyes narrowed. “Then you came here to beg without belief?”“I came to remind you what Elara believed in " she spat. “You owe her more than you owe me "---At that moment, hoofbeats pounded behind them.Adrian galloped over the rise, his horse s
Chapter 161 – “The Hollow Throne”
Elara woke to silence.Not the peaceful kind the kind that suffocated. A silence that pressed against her ears like water. As if the world had exhaled... and chosen not to inhale again.She sat up slowly.The sheets were damp with sweat. Her chest still throbbed where Evelyn had pressed the Phoenix’s gift. When she looked down, the skin there glowed faintly like a coal buried beneath flesh.No one waited at her bedside.No healer. No Evelyn. No Adrian.The doors were ajar.She slipped out barefoot, shivering. The stone beneath her feet was cold, the walls too still. Her footsteps echoed strangely, as if swallowed by something ancient and waiting.The palace was empty.No guards patrolling the corridors. No handmaids scurrying between chambers. Just… silence. And ash.A thin coat of it dusted everything. The windowsills. The chairs. Even the great sun-drenched tapestries now dulled with gray.It was like walking through the remains of a dream.In the western gallery, Evelyn stood alone
Chapter 162– “Ashes and Blood
The sky had gone still.Clouds hovered like silent witnesses above the shattered palace towers. Below, in the center of the throne hall, a scream echoed—not from battle, not from fury—but from Elara.“Mother!”Evelyn crumpled, her hands clutching her stomach as flickers of golden flame danced beneath her skin, glowing like veins of molten lava.“Elara…” Evelyn rasped, her breath catching. “It’s..it’s inside me.”She convulsed violently, fire pulsing beneath her ribs. Her eyes rolled back. The magic that had once been stable inside her now roared like a storm, wild and unchained.“No, no, no ..” Elara stumbled forward, falling to her knees beside her. “You said you had more time!”“I lied,” Evelyn whispered through gritted teeth. “The Oracle’s deal… it burns me alive when your path is sealed. And you—Elara, you’ve chosen your throne.”“I haven’t!” Elara sobbed, cradling her mother’s face. “I haven’t chosen anything! I just wanted to save you!”But Evelyn’s hands were already glowing.H
Chapter 163 – “The Red Moon”
The sky bled red.Above the palace spires, the moon began to darken its silver face swallowed by shadow. A slow, creeping veil until only a burning ring remained.The Red Moon.It came only once in a generation.And with it screams.Not human.The Phoenix, perched atop the blackened throne, lifted its burning head and shrieked.The sound was inhuman. Elemental. A tearing cry that cracked marble columns and sent birds fleeing from trees miles away. Windows shattered. Statues split. The palace trembled.Elara clutched her ears, falling to one knee.Adrian shielded her with his body. Evelyn stood firm, her face pale but unwavering.When the scream faded, the flames grew stronger.The Phoenix’s body blazed so bright that even the firelight hurt to look at. It was becoming more more than it had ever been. The Red Moon fed it. Stirred something in its ancient core.“It’s time " Elara gasped, rising.Adrian held her arm. “Time for what?”“To end it "Elara stood before the throne once more,
Chapter 164 – “The Coronation of Fire”
The marble was molten beneath her feet.Each step Elara took hissed against the once-pristine floor, now cracked with glowing fissures. Steam curled up from the scorched stone, coiling around her ankles like smoke from a divine forge. The grand corridor that had once held history in every painting, every ancient tapestry, now bore witness to its own destruction,flames licking the walls, devouring the past.But Elara didn’t stop.Her crown pulsed with heat, not crafted by mortal hands but by something primal, ancient. It glowed red-hot, forged from prophecy and fire. Her golden eyes blazed like twin suns rising at midnight, casting their own light. Her hair floated behind her, carried by invisible winds, strands dancing with embers.She walked barefoot by choice, by ritual, by necessity. Every contact between her skin and the marble created a sizzling imprint. But she did not wince. She did not hesitate.This path was hers alone.Behind her, Evelyn and Adrian stood at the threshold of
Chapter 165– “The Queen Who Burned”
Elara hovered in the sky, glowing like the sun rising in flames. Her hair moved like fire in the wind, bright and wild. Her robes, once royal and fine, had turned into shining gold dust, trailing behind her like the tail of a star. She had no wings, but she flew held up by something deeper than magic. The Phoenix inside her gave her power. It carried her high above the world, surrounded by fire and fury.Below her, the battlefield shook.Enemy banners lay torn across the ground. The armies that had once marched proudly toward the capital now stumbled in confusion. Soldiers dropped their weapons. Their swords melted into puddles of silver. Their shields cracked, turning soft like wax. But the fire that came down from the sky didn’t burn skin or bone.It passed through them.They didn’t scream. They didn’t run.Instead, they fell to their knees.Some cried.Some clutched their chests and whispered names they had forgotten mothers, wives, brothers, friends. Some stared at the sky, tears
Chapter 166 – “The Last Betrayal”
Music echoed through the great hall like wind trapped in a crystal cage sweet, sharp, and too perfect to be real. Harps plucked soft, high notes. Flutes whispered like birds in mourning. Nobles in jeweled cloaks raised their goblets and toasted to peace. To victory. To fire. To their queen.The chandeliers overhead blazed without flicker. Each flame held steady as if frozen, not by wind, but by will.Elara sat unmoving on her throne of molten gold. The heat of it should have been unbearable, but her body no longer obeyed the rules of flesh. The crown on her head glowed softly, pulsing thump, thump, thump like a second heartbeat. Or perhaps her only one.Her gaze scanned the crowd but did not settle. Her face gave nothing away. Not delight, not pride. Not even boredom.Then A scream.Sharp. Shattered. Human.A chair crashed backwards. Glass spilled and splashed across polished floors. Nobles gasped and stumbled as a shadow cut through them like a knife through silk.The figure was fas
Chapter 167 – “A Kingdom Rewritten”
The dawn broke crimson over the capital.It wasn’t the soft pink glow of a peaceful morning. It was red deep, glowing, and heavy like the world itself was holding its breath. The sky bled light across the towers, streets, and rooftops. Birds didn’t sing. Wind carried no laughter.From the highest balcony of the palace, Elara stood still.The hem of her robe fluttered gently. Her long hair danced behind her shoulders, stirred by a breeze that felt almost tender. Like a mother’s hand brushing a child’s face for the last time.Below her, the city waited.Tens of thousands filled the courtyard and beyond peasants wrapped in wool and patched cloaks, nobles in gold-threaded coats, children clutching their parents’ hands. Soldiers leaned on spears. Healers stood with bandaged arms. Even those who could barely walk had come.No one spoke. No one shouted.They didn’t know why they had come. Only that they had to be there. As if something in the air had whispered: come now. This is the end… and
Chapter 168 – “The Crown Left Behind”
The great hall was quiet.Too quiet.Evelyn stood alone in the center, clutching the crown Elara had left behind. Her hands trembled, but she didn’t loosen her grip. The golden metal, once warm from Elara’s touch, now felt cold and heavy. The faint glow it had carried since Elara vanished into flame was already fading.Outside the shattered palace windows, the city was peaceful for the first time in years. No alarms. No fire. Just quiet, curious stares from the people below waiting for someone to speak, someone to lead.But there was no queen now. No phoenix. Only ash, memories, and silence.Footsteps echoed across the hall. Evelyn didn’t have to turn. She knew that sound.Adrian.He came beside her and looked at the crown in her hands. His face was lined, older than yesterday. Too many goodbyes. Too many battles.“She’s really gone" Evelyn whispered, staring down at the faint shimmer of gold.Adrian didn’t speak. He simply placed a hand on her back, steadying her like he always did.
Chapter 169 – “Damien’s Silence”
The castle felt quieter now. Not just empty, but quiet in a strange way like the air itself was holding its breath.Damien hadn’t spoken in five days.He sat alone in the corner of Elara’s old room, his back against the wall, knees drawn to his chest. The room still smelled faintly of fire and roses her scent, always both fierce and gentle. The curtains were torn, one side still scorched where Elara had last stood before she vanished. The mirror was cracked. Her crown wasn’t here. Nothing else had been touched.And Damien hadn’t moved.Evelyn stood in the doorway, watching her son for what felt like hours. The hallway behind her was dim, even though it was noon. The sky outside had lost its brightness ever since Elara disappeared into flame. The sun still rose, but it seemed weaker now almost shy.She stepped inside slowly.“Damien" she said softly.He didn’t move. His eyes were blank, but not empty. Just… tired. As if he was somewhere else. Somewhere only he could reach.Evelyn crouc