All Chapters of Reversal Of Fate: From A Pawn To A Mafia Billionaire: Chapter 131
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Ashes And Dawn
The first rays of dawn bled through the smoke, thin shafts of light struggling to pierce the city’s wounds. The air smelled of ash and iron, of broken stone and charred wood. Somewhere in the ruins, a child cried. Somewhere else, a bell rang hollow, its tower cracked and leaning.Mara stood on the battlements, staring at what had once been a proud skyline. Entire streets were gutted, rooftops burned to black husks, walls half-collapsed into rubble. Her people moved like phantoms through the destruction, pulling survivors from wreckage, covering the dead, carrying water to smother what flames still lingered.The city had survived the night. But survival felt like too fragile a word.Her gauntlets were streaked with blood, none of it her own. Her throat ached from shouting orders, her body from hours of fighting. Yet she remained standing, because if she faltered now, so would those who looked to her.Behind her, boots shuffled against stone. Eryn approached quietly, her arm in a sling,
The Hunt Begins
The city wore its wounds like a crown of thorns.Smoke still drifted through the streets as if reluctant to leave. Crumbled walls left jagged teeth in the skyline, and every corner bore the marks of blood, ash, or flame. Yet amidst the ruin, people worked — clearing rubble, tending to the injured, whispering prayers over the fallen. Life persisted, stubborn and fragile.Mara moved among them, her armor traded for simple cloth, her presence both comfort and command. When children cried, she knelt. When the weary faltered, she steadied them. But her eyes never softened completely; behind every gesture was a calculation. Rebuilding was necessary, but war pressed on their doorstep.At the edge of the square, Jason paced. His cloak was ragged, his face bruised, but his energy burned like a blade in sunlight. He wasn’t looking at the wounded. He was looking at the horizon — as if expecting the Ravens to surge back at any moment.When Mara joined him, his words spilled out before she could s
Into The Nests
The night before the strike was the quietest the city had known in weeks.Too quiet.No Raven chants echoing from the hills, no sudden firestorms burning on the horizon. Just silence—broken only by the rasp of steel being sharpened, the shuffle of boots preparing for war, and the faint groans of the wounded in their cots.Jason stood at the edge of the campfire, running his thumb along the blade of his dagger. His eyes weren’t on the steel. They were on Damian, who sat alone near the wall, shadows coiling around him like vines.Jason spat to the ground. “You trust him?”Mara’s voice came from behind. “He’s our only chance at finding their heart.”Jason turned, frustration hardening his jaw. “He’s not stable, Mara. You saw what happened in the last fight. That silence inside him isn’t just power—it’s poison. It’s eating him alive.”Mara folded her arms, her gaze steady. “And yet, he lived where none of us would have. Without him, the Ravens would have taken this city already. Don’t mis
Ashes Of The Faithful
The city had barely begun to breathe again when the Ravens struck.It started with whispers—scouts not returning, a faint haze rolling down from the hills. By the time the alarm bells rang, the haze was fire-smoke, pouring through the gates like a tide.The Severed Wing had returned from Blackroot Woods battered but alive, dragging their trembling captive with them. Now, they stood in the courtyard as chaos thundered outside the walls.Jason’s eyes blazed as he tightened his daggers against his forearms. “I told you this was coming. Hit one nest, and the whole flock takes wing.”Eryn coughed against the smoke drifting over the ramparts. Her face was pale but resolute. “They’re not here to storm the city. Look—too scattered. They’re burning. They want us to choke in our own homes.”She was right. From the towers, Mara watched the streets ignite in patches—market stalls, warehouses, granaries. Not a siege. A purge. The Ravens weren’t trying to conquer the city tonight. They were trying
The Fracture Widens
The fires had been smothered, but the smoke clung to the city like a curse.Ash rained down over broken streets, turning blood to mud, painting the survivors gray. The wounded groaned in alleys, and bucket lines dragged on even after the last embers hissed into silence.But silence no longer comforted. It pressed. It unsettled.Because Damian carried it now.***Jason slammed a fist into the council table, sending maps and tokens scattering. “We can’t hold like this. One more raid, and the food’s gone. People are already starving.”Eryn leaned heavily on her bow, her arm bandaged tight, her expression grim. “We can’t chase them either. The Ravens vanish when they choose. Shadows don’t fight sieges.”Mara sat straighter, though exhaustion gnawed at her posture. “Then we don’t chase shadows. We drag them into the light. The preacher gave a name.”Jason froze. “And you believe it?”Mara’s eyes flicked to Damian, who sat in the corner of the chamber, head bowed, fingers steepled against h
Ashen Valley
The road south clawed through hills of dead stone. Nothing grew there. The earth was split, jagged, the color of ash that clung to boots and armor like the memory of fire. Even the wind whispered like a warning, dragging grit across steel.The Severed Wing rode in silence.Jason led at the front, eyes hard, scanning every ridge for movement. Beside him, Mara kept her bow strung across her back, hand close to her sword. Eryn followed close, face pale but determined, her horse carrying more bandages and arrows than food.Damian rode last. He didn’t speak, didn’t look at them. His gaze stayed fixed on the horizon, where the valley yawned like a scar in the earth. Shadows clung thicker the closer they came, as if the sun itself feared to shine there.***By midday, they reached the valley rim. Below stretched a hollow basin of blackened rock, streaked with cracks that glowed faintly with trapped heat. Caves gaped like open wounds across the cliffsides. Smoke rose from fires scattered in t
The Mouth Of Shadows
The altar split.Not in stone, but in meaning. The grooves carved into obsidian flared with red light, and then black veins tore through, drinking it away. The ground shook, the chained captives screaming through their gags as the cracks widened beneath them.The Ravens dropped to their knees, wings of black feathered cloaks spread like supplication. Their chanting rose, ragged but fervent, weaving with the soundless void pouring out of Damian.Jason lunged, hammer raised. “Break it now!”He brought the weapon down, shattering one slab into shards. Sparks and fire hissed out—yet the altar only pulsed harder, feeding not on stone but on Damian’s silence.Mara’s voice cut sharp through the chaos. “It’s him! It’s using him!”Jason froze, his eyes snapping to his brother. Damian knelt in the dust, hands clawing at the ground, mouth open in a soundless scream. Shadows rippled outward from him, curling into the cracks of the altar as if drawn home. His eyes were no longer gray but pits of s
Brothers In The Abyss
The silence swallowed them.Not air, not void, but something denser, like drowning in a sea made of thought. Jason’s scream vanished the moment it left his lips, devoured by the endless dark. Damian drifted before him, suspended, his body wrapped in coils of shadow. His eyes burned with smoke, but behind the black, Jason saw terror.And then—something else. The abyss opened not outward but inward, dragging them both into a place where no time moved.Jason staggered, feet scraping across nothing. “Damian! Look at me!”His brother’s voice echoed, fractured. “I… can’t. It’s in me. It is me.”“No!” Jason grabbed his arm, though his hand burned where shadow met flesh. “It’s using you, same way it tried to use me. You’re not its mouth. You’re my brother. Do you hear me? Mine!”The silence shivered. Whispers rippled across the abyss, millions of voices woven into one.The mouth must open. The vessel must break. One survives, one consumes.Jason snarled into the dark. “Then take me. Leave him
The Weight Of A God
The valley did not breathe.Ash fell like snow across the ruined altar. Soldiers crouched behind their shields, eyes darting between the Ravens on their knees and the lone figure standing where shadow had exploded.Damian.He clutched Jason’s hammer to his chest as though it could keep him tethered. His knuckles whitened, trembling under the weight of a silence that would not let go. Around him, the Ravens chanted, voices low and fevered:“The Mouth. The Vessel. The Living Silence.”Mara pushed forward, sword drawn, fury in every step. She stopped just shy of him, chest heaving. “Damian.”He didn’t lift his head.“You hear me?” she pressed, her voice sharp. “Jason gave himself for you. Don’t you dare waste it by bowing to them.”The words cracked the air like a whip. Soldiers stirred, emboldened, but the Ravens only pressed their foreheads to the ash, their devotion deepening.Finally, Damian raised his eyes. They were gray—his own—but ringed in faint smoke. His voice was hoarse. “I d
The Ravens’ Crown
The Ravens had not fled.They had only gone to spread the word.By the time the Severed Wing broke camp and limped out of the Ashen Valley, whispers were already moving faster than soldiers’ feet. Villages they passed were hollow-eyed, their elders muttering, The Mouth has come. The Silence walks with him.Damian rode at the head of the battered column, Jason’s hammer strapped across his back. He said nothing, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the horizon. Mara walked beside his horse, her sword never sheathed. Eryn limped behind them, bow strung though her wounds had barely closed.Twenty soldiers. That was all that remained of the Wing.And yet, as they passed burned-out towns and shattered waystations, people crawled from hiding not to flee but to kneel.They knelt to him.***At dusk, they reached a crossroads shrine where Ravens had gathered in the hundreds. Black feathers lined the ground, candles burned in circles, and at the center stood the scarred priest — the same one Damian had