All Chapters of ALL HAIL THE GOLDMASTER: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41. Threads of Steel.
The moon was a pale knife in the sky, carving silver light across the sleeping Tyrel estate. From the outside, the mansion looked like a painting, peaceful, timeless. But Seth knew better. Behind those walls, a predator was already moving, and every minute they hesitated gave her another step toward whatever she was after.He tightened the black tactical jacket around his shoulders and stepped into the dim warehouse where Lucas waited. The air smelled faintly of gun oil and cold metal. Lucas stood over a holographic map, his sharp eyes locked on the glowing schematic of the Tyrel grounds.“You saw her?” Lucas asked without turning, his voice clipped.Seth’s jaw flexed. “Not just saw her, fucking hell I caught her. She’s fast tho... faster than anyone we’ve dealt with. And she’s good at playing the harmless maid.”Lucas finally looked up, dark brows rising. “A maid?”“That’s the disguise,” Seth said, rubbing his thumb across the faint bruise on his wrist where she’d twisted free. “But
Chapter 42. Into the Dark.
The Tyrel estate slept like a beast pretending to be harmless. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a grand old mansion, the kind of place where bored nobles hosted charity dinners and bragged about their wine collections. But in the dead of night, with the moon crouched low behind a bank of clouds, the place radiated quiet menace. Every shadow seemed alive. Every breath of wind whispered a warning.Seth crouched behind a cluster of trimmed hedges, visor dimmed, heartbeat steady. The Ghost Unit, a handpicked team of elite operatives waited silently behind him, their matte black armor absorbing what little light bled through the mist. Lucas knelt at his side, holding a sleek scanning pad that pulsed with a soft green glow.“She’s still moving,” Lucas murmured. “Tracker shows intermittent spikes. Ventilation tunnels. She’s heading... down.”Seth’s eyes narrowed. Of course she is. Vin wasn’t the type to skulk through kitchens or hide in linen closets. She always went for th
Chapter 43. Vin’s Gambit.
Vin’s POVThe shaft narrowed until it felt like the earth itself was trying to crush her. Vin flattened her shoulders and slithered forward, knees scraping raw against rusted steel. The ventilation grate ahead glowed faintly with the ghost blue shimmer of astrasite. Each inch forward tasted of copper and damp stone. Her heart pounded like a war drum, not from exertion, but from the thought that Seth was somewhere behind her, fast, relentless, and very much alive."How? How was he alive?" She pondered at the back of her mind.The question gnawed at her. By all reports, Seth had fallen off a cliff months ago, a neat little accident she’d celebrated with a private toast. But tonight he’d caught her wrist with speed that wasn’t human, eyes sharp enough to slice her disguise apart in a heartbeat. His survival rewrote the game.Vin shoved the thought aside and checked the timer on her wrist pad. The nanotech trackers he had planted when he grabbed her would take at least three more minutes
Chapter 44. Unfortunate Encounter.
Vin’s POVThe blast roared through the mine like a starving beast, a concussive wave that rattled the earth and clawed at Vin’s eardrums. The air became a living thing... hot, sharp, vibrating with the sound of tearing stone. Dust whirled in a storm around her as fragments of glowing astrasite rained like blue comets. She ducked behind a jagged pillar, teeth grinding as the pressure wave hammered her ribs.And then… silence.Not the silence of safety, this was the taut, ringing void after a killing blow, when the world pauses just long enough to decide whether it will collapse.The mine still stood.Vin opened her eyes to a haze of shimmering blue. Her pulse slammed against her throat. It survived. The tunnels hadn’t caved in. The astrasite veins along the walls pulsed with an otherworldly glow, cracks running like neon lightning through the rock. She had expected the explosion to bury everyone, Seth, his soldiers, herself if necessary. Instead, the mine stood tall and strong, even un
Chapter 45. The Rescue That's Too Late.
Seth POVThe mine screamed like a dying animal. Each step Seth took sent a groan through the ancient shaft, a hollow, angry sound that rattled his teeth and vibrated in his bones. Dust swirled in the beam of his helmet light, thick as smoke. The acrid tang of burnt metal mixed with the sharp sting of ozone, burning the back of his throat. Every inhale scraped his lungs raw.Lucas crouched just ahead, fingers pressed against the jagged wall where the explosion had torn the tunnel open. Sparks hissed from a half melted power conduit, throwing erratic flashes of blue light across his scarred face. “Tracker reading?” Lucas asked, voice muffled behind his respirator.Seth raised his wrist display, its screen flickering like it was being drowned in static. A pulsing red dot blinked weakly in the far corner of the map, it was Vin and she was still alive. But the signal wavered like a heartbeat fading into flatline.“Still breathing,” Seth said, though the words came out clipped, more with a
Chapter 46. The Silent Chamber.
Seth POVThe deeper they went, the more the mine felt like the belly of something alive. The tunnels sweated with damp heat, beads of condensation sliding down the black steel reinforcements like veins carrying poison. Seth’s visor readouts pulsed in low amber, nanotech filters scraping metallic dust from the air with every breath. Seth stopped at the next junction, boots sinking slightly into wet grit. The echo of the earlier explosion still trembled in the walls, a slow heartbeat of distant collapses. He tightened his grip on the pulse rifle. “We’re securing the chamber first.”Lucas stepped up beside him, helmet light flashing across jagged rock. “If General Cane’s down here... ”“Exactly why we have to secure it,” Seth cut in. “If the astrasite is the real target, that chamber is leverage. We can't leave it exposed.”The Ghost unit exchanged uneasy glances but obeyed. They had followed Seth through worse, frozen border conflicts, black market eradication sweeps and they trusted h
Chapter 47. The Waiting Game.
Seth POVThe hum of the secure comm chamber was the only sound in the Ghost base as the encrypted call line opened. The air inside smelled faintly of ozone and cold metal, the product of a hundred layers of shielding and quantum scramblers working overtime to keep the conversation untouchable. Seth stood in front of the glowing screen with his hands behind his back, his every muscle was tight. Lucas leaned against the wall to his right, helmet still on, visor dark. Neither of them spoke until the feed finally clicked and a single holo window flickered to life.The President’s aide appeared, framed in static blue light. His silver hair was combed with military precision, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable. Even through the distortion, Seth could see the man’s jaw tighten when he recognized who was on the other end.“This line is tagged Omega Black,” the aide said. His voice was cool and clipped. “Report.”Seth exhaled once, steadying his breath. “Sir, this is Captain Seth of the Ghost
Chapter 48. Shadows Over Breakfast.
Rose POV.The first tremor had snapped Rose awake long before dawn.It wasn’t thunder, thunder didn’t carry that deep, teeth-rattling boom that rolled through the Tyrel estate like an angry god kicking the earth. Her chandelier had swayed, the crystal pendants clinking together like a nervous choir. For one long, breathless minute she’d sat upright in bed, heart pounding against her ribs, waiting for the walls to split or the ceiling to fall.But nothing followed. No invasion, no alarms. Only silence so thick she could hear the frantic drum of her own pulse. Somewhere far off, dogs barked once and then went quiet again.By morning, the estate looked deceptively calm but the air told a different story.Servants hurried down the marble halls in tight clusters, their whispers darting like moths. Two guards now stood outside every major doorway, rifles slung casually but with fingers too close to their triggers. Even the gardeners, usually humming as they clipped roses, worked with stiff
Chapter 49. The Engagement Dinner.
Rose POVThe dining hall glowed too brightly. Candles lined the table like a hundred little suns, flickering against polished silverware and crystal glasses that caught the light. Rose sat near the head of the table, her back straight, every muscle taut though she forced her face into the calm expression her grandfather demanded.She hadn’t wanted to attend. Something about the quiet, rushed invitations, the extra guards outside, and the way the servants whispered made her stomach coil with unease. She thought it would be another one of Mason Tyrel’s political dinners, one of those nights where she was meant to look pretty, smile, and stay silent while powerful men drank too much wine.But the moment she saw Rennard walk in, dressed immaculately in a black tailored suit with a sly grin plastered across his lips, dread set its claws into her chest.Rennard always smiled like that, as though he already owned the world and everyone in it.Her grandfather stood at the end of the table, a
Chapter 50. Orders from Above.
Seth’s POVThe night air was cold when Seth and Lucas left the Tyrel estate.The clinking of glasses, the polite laughter, the smell of wine and roasted meat... all of it still clung to Seth’s mind like a sickness. He had played his part at the table well; smiling at Mason’s jokes, offering the right pleasantries, even pretending to toast Rennard’s sudden elevation. But beneath it all, his jaw had been tight, his hands coiled fists in his lap.Rose had not looked at him once. Not once.He tried to tell himself it didn’t matter. She was frightened, cornered, maybe even angry at him. She had every reason to distance herself, but it didn’t change the way her silence had cut deeper than any blade.By the time he and Lucas reached their secure safehouse, a windowless concrete bunker buried beneath an abandoned grain warehouse. Seth’s patience had evaporated entirely. He pulled off his coat and flung it over the table. The faint smell of smoke still lingered on the fabric from the mines. It