All Chapters of The Last Inheritance: Chapter 261
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Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-One
Elias didn’t wait for questions. He and his brother moved through the forest with a precision born of years spent navigating danger. Nathan and Cass flanked them, alert and tense, but Elias could feel the rhythm returning to his mind—the rhythm of control, of strategy, of anticipation. The storm Mara had predicted wasn’t coming; it was already here, and they had to act before it consumed them.His brother led them to a clearing where a small, unmarked vehicle waited. “We can’t go back the way you came,” he said. “Helstrom’s operatives are already scanning the area. They know the forest routes better than anyone. But I’ve prepared a path—one few would expect.”Elias glanced at the others. “How long?”“Three hours, maybe more,” his brother said. “And we’ll have to move quietly. Every step, every breath, every shadow could be monitored. Mara’s successors are thorough. They don’t leave things to chance.”Elias climbed into the vehicle’s driver side. His brother took the passenger seat, wh
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Two
The facility hummed with quiet intensity, the soft click of keypads and the low whir of hidden machinery the only sounds breaking the sterile air. Elias followed his brother deeper into the compound, every step measured, every sense on high alert. He knew that Mara’s network was vast, that her successors had already begun their manipulations, but for the first time, he felt a sense of control—not complete, but enough to know he wasn’t walking blindly into the storm.His brother led them down a narrow corridor, walls lined with encrypted monitors and racks of communication devices. Each screen displayed maps, encrypted messages, and real-time movement of various operatives scattered across the city. Elias’s eyes scanned them, trying to absorb as much as he could. Every name, every location, every code sequence was a potential clue, a thread he could pull to unravel the larger web.“Every move Mara predicted,” his brother said, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of urgency, “every
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Three
Elias woke before dawn, long before the camp around him began to stir. He lay still for a moment, staring up at the canvas roof of his tent, feeling the heaviness of the night still clinging to him. Sleep had been shallow and fractured—haunted by voices he could not fully chase, and shadows that refused to settle.He pushed himself upright, inhaling deeply, grounding himself in the faint scent of dust, worn leather, and the dying embers of last night’s fire. Another day. Another weight on his shoulders. Another choice he wouldn’t be allowed to run from.When he stepped outside, the world was quiet but not peaceful. The air held that familiar tension—like the land itself was holding its breath. A few early risers moved around the camp, whispering to one another, their eyes flicking toward him and then away just as quickly. Respect. Fear. Expectation. He had learned to read all of it in a single glance.“Didn’t sleep again,” Mara said from behind him.Elias didn’t turn immediately. Her
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Four
The camp erupted into motion the moment Elias gave the order. What had been a sluggish, half-awake sprawl just minutes before transformed into a hive of urgent preparation—warriors buckling on armor, scouts trading frantic reports, blacksmiths heating metal for last‑minute repairs. Every sound sharpened the air: the clank of steel, the thud of boots, the low hum of fear.Elias stood in the center of it all, absorbing the chaos without letting it sway him. His mind had already shifted into the steady clarity that always arrived before a decisive move—a settling of the storm inside him, even as the world outside trembled.Mara approached with a rolled map tucked under her arm, jaw tight with determination. “We have a problem,” she said, not bothering with any lead‑in. “The riders weren’t exaggerating. Their main force is already halfway to us. If we don’t cut them off now—today—we’ll be crushed between their advance and their supply post reinforcing from behind.”Elias nodded. He had ex
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Six
The moment Elias said the words, the air around the team shifted. Not from shock—none of them were strangers to impossible choices—but because they all understood exactly what it meant. A direct assault wasn’t bravery. It was a promise: people would bleed before the hour ended.Mara’s jaw tightened. “Straight through,” she repeated quietly, as if tasting the danger in the phrase. “Then we don’t hesitate.”“We can’t,” Elias said.Roan grinned, cracking his knuckles. “About time.”Jalen looked less thrilled, but he steadied his breathing, tightening the strap on his device. “I just need thirty seconds with the tower’s core. No more.”Faris spun a dagger between his fingers, eyes already scanning the terrain. “Thirty seconds bought with a lot of noise.”Elias stepped forward, gaze locked on the cluster of tents around the command tower. Soldiers patrolled in staggered lines, heads turning, weapons ready. They were well-trained. Alert. Prepared for infiltration—but not for a frontal recko
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Six
The moment Elias said the words, the air around the team shifted. Not from shock—none of them were strangers to impossible choices—but because they all understood exactly what it meant. A direct assault wasn’t bravery. It was a promise: people would bleed before the hour ended.Mara’s jaw tightened. “Straight through,” she repeated quietly, as if tasting the danger in the phrase. “Then we don’t hesitate.”“We can’t,” Elias said.Roan grinned, cracking his knuckles. “About time.”Jalen looked less thrilled, but he steadied his breathing, tightening the strap on his device. “I just need thirty seconds with the tower’s core. No more.”Faris spun a dagger between his fingers, eyes already scanning the terrain. “Thirty seconds bought with a lot of noise.”Elias stepped forward, gaze locked on the cluster of tents around the command tower. Soldiers patrolled in staggered lines, heads turning, weapons ready. They were well-trained. Alert. Prepared for infiltration—but not for a frontal recko
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Seven
The moment the riders emerged from the northern ridge, Elias’s blood went cold. They moved with a precision and discipline that was foreign, almost unnatural. Their blackened armor caught the dim light in glints that seemed too sharp, too deliberate. Horses thundered across the plain, hooves striking dust in perfect cadence. The banners they carried were stripped bare of symbols, yet there was an unspoken terror in their presence that made even the hardened soldiers around him falter. This was not a force he recognized. This was something else entirely—something that had arrived at the worst possible time.Elias gritted his teeth, his mind racing. The camp was in chaos already, partially from the collapse of the communication tower and partially from the direct assault his team had launched. Now, with these mysterious riders barreling down the field, the balance had shifted dangerously against them. Mara’s grip tightened on his sleeve, and for a fleeting second, he saw fear in her eye
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight
The ridge trembled under the relentless weight of hooves and the clash of steel. Elias pushed forward, heart hammering, his every sense heightened. The eastern flank he had spotted offered the only opening to turn the tide, but exploiting it meant risking everything. Mara stayed close, her blade moving with a precision that matched his own, cutting a deadly path through the enemy’s front line. Together, they formed an unstoppable force, moving as one, a blur of motion in the chaos.Roan held the ridge with unyielding strength, using his shield to anchor the line. Every time a rider tried to break through, he met them with an almost inhuman power. Faris slipped between shadows, emerging only to strike with lethal efficiency, then vanishing again before anyone could retaliate. Jalen, crouched behind the makeshift barricades, continued to manipulate the communications and signal disruptors, creating confusion that slowed enemy coordination.The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell
Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Nine
The dawn broke over the ridge, casting a pale light across the battlefield. Elias stood at the edge, surveying the aftermath. Bodies of men and horses lay scattered, twisted forms frozen in the final moments of combat. Smoke rose from small fires sparked by overturned carts and stray torches, curling into the morning sky. The camp below was alive with activity, soldiers moving cautiously among the ruins, tending to the wounded and securing their positions. Despite the victory, the weight of the battle pressed on him like a living thing.He moved down the ridge, Mara close behind, careful with each step over loose stones and debris. Roan had already begun organizing patrols along the perimeter, ensuring that no stray riders or scouts could return to strike again. Faris disappeared into the shadows periodically, moving like a ghost to check vulnerable points in the camp, while Jalen continued to work on communications, tapping into remaining channels to confirm that no further enemy for
Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy
The sun had barely crested the horizon when Elias stirred from the restless sleep that had taken hold of him. The events of the past days weighed heavily, each battle, each narrow escape replaying in his mind with vivid clarity. The ridge, the flanking scouts, the relentless waves of enemy riders—all of it felt like a shadow pressing down on his chest. He rose, rubbing the stiffness from his shoulders, and moved to the edge of the camp, where the first hints of morning light illuminated the aftermath of their recent skirmish.Mara was already awake, pacing along the edge of the camp with her blade sheathed but her movements taut with vigilance. Elias watched her for a moment, noting the subtle tension in her posture, the way her eyes scanned every distant movement. Even in moments of rest, they both knew that danger lurked just beyond the horizon.“Sleep didn’t come easy,” she said without turning, her voice low but steady. “I keep thinking about what comes next.”Elias nodded, steppi