All Chapters of The Return Of the God Of War: Chapter 111
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THE ECHO OF FIRE
The city had stopped listening.It was answering.Windows rattled, streetlights flickered, and the faint smell of smoke curled through alleys untouched by earlier chaos. Somewhere far off, a siren wailed -not in panic, but in challenge. Ares stood on the rooftop edge, Elijah asleep in his arms, Mira beside him. The weight of the night pressed down like iron. Every scar, every quiet breath stolen in shadows, had led here. The city itself seemed alive, poised to respond.He shifted Elijah slightly, cradling him closer. Mira’s hand found his arm. Not for comfort - he didn’t need it -but for connection. We endure, together.Below, movement began. Shadows flickered between alleys, figures who had waited, watched, and finally decided to act. Voices rose like the tide breaking against a dam, defiant and deliberate. They were no longer silent observers; they were the city answering him.Ares felt it beneath his boots: a tremor, subtle, but unmistakable - the pulse of a city waking, ready for
THE CITY’S ANSWER
It was awake.It was answering.For a long moment, Ares stood in the square, the sound of the crowd swelling like a tide breaking free of its chains. The city had been silent for years - choked by fear, drowned by the shadow of men like Victor Wu and his council of jackals. But now... now the silence was broken.The banners that had been hidden were raised from windows. Men and women who had kept their heads down stepped forward, some with makeshift weapons, others only with their voices. It wasn’t yet an army, but it was no longer submission either.Ares looked across the sea of faces. He saw Elijah on Mira’s shoulders, the boy’s small hand gripping the fabric of her jacket, eyes wide but burning with something fierce. He saw Reyes and Hawk pushing through the throng, their soldiers scattering among the civilians to keep order but not control.The city was stirring.But Ares knew what it meant when something as large as a city woke - it did not rise slowly. It lurched. It broke chain
THE WEIGHT OF A CHOSEN CITY
The city had not just answered.It had chosen.For a breath, Ares couldn’t move. He stood rooted in that broken square, watching faces rise from shadows - men with calloused hands, women with babies tied to their chests, even the elderly who could barely stand leaning on sticks. All of them had stepped out when they didn’t have to. No one ordered them. No bribe promised. They came because something inside them said enough.Elijah’s small fingers tightened around Mira’s hand. His whisper was almost lost in the wind. “They’re… with us.”Ares swallowed. His chest ached, not from wounds but from the sight in front of him. For years he had carried silence like armor - kept his head down, told himself one man couldn’t matter anymore. But now… in the glow of torches and trembling lamps, hundreds of eyes were on him. Waiting. Trusting.He had led armies before. He had been the tip of a spear that carved cities into ruin. But never - never - had he seen this. Ordinary people standing with him,
THE WEIGHT OF FIRE
And the city, as one, roared back into the night.The sound rattled glass still hanging in shattered frames. It shook dust loose from broken beams. It filled the hollow belly of Lin City and made it beat again.Ares stood in the center of that storm of voices, not raising his hands, not smiling, not basking in it. He just breathed. Slow. Hard. Each inhale dragged smoke into his lungs, each exhale scraped like gravel.The people weren’t cheering for him. Not really. They were screaming for themselves - after years of swallowing words, eating silence, bowing to men who didn’t deserve it. Tonight they remembered what it felt like to stand.Mira stood off to his left, Elijah curled against her. Her face was wet though she hadn’t noticed. Her lips moved as if she were whispering something, a prayer maybe. Or a warning.Reyes came limping out of the dark with blood drying across his brow. He looked like hell but his grin was sharp. “You hear that? That’s a city telling the world to go to he
WHEN THE SKY BREAKS
Because he was Ares - the God of War. And Lin City was done kneeling.The words hadn’t even cooled in the air when the first low thump of rotor blades rolled across the rooftops. Ares didn’t need to see them. He felt it in his chest - the kind of vibration you never forgot, the kind that rattled your bones and made your skin taste like iron.Helicopters.The crowd stiffened. Heads tilted upward. Some ducked instinctively, memories of old air raids snapping them back into places they had never escaped from. Ares saw fear ripple through them like cracks racing across glass.He stepped forward. Not a speech. Not a raised fist. Just his body in front of theirs, broad shoulders squared, jaw set. He was telling them with silence: if the sky wanted blood, it had to come through him first.Reyes came up fast, his notebook flapping in his hand. “They’ll bomb us before we even see the tanks, Ares. We need cover - any cover. Tunnels, basements, anything.”Hawk spat onto the ground. “Basements wo
ASH AND STEEL
Straight into the fire.The tank’s shell screamed through the dawn and struck two buildings down. The explosion tore the air apart, a thunderclap that rattled bone and sent a spray of glass and stone raining across the street. Ares felt the heat on his face, the grit in his teeth. But his boots didn’t move. He stood where he was, chest heaving, watching the dust cloud rise.The crowd behind him staggered, some falling, hands thrown up to cover their heads. But they didn’t break. They looked at him - saw him still rooted, unshaken - and they steadied.The helicopter whined above, circling. Ares tracked it with narrowed eyes, the old muscle memory twitching in his jaw. He’d taken birds like that out of the sky once, in another desert, with nothing but grit and timing. Here, he had less than that.Hawk’s voice cut through the chaos, hoarse from shouting: “Drums are in place! Just give the word!”Ares lifted his pipe like a blade and swung it against the barrel again. CLANG. The sound cut
THE BEAST FROM THE EAST
And Ares knew - this was only the beginning.The ground shook again, harder this time. Through the smoke, the monster revealed itself - a towering war machine crawling on iron treads, plated in black steel thick enough to laugh at small arms. Its turret was broad, its cannon long enough to punch through stone walls, its flanks armed with smaller guns that spat fire even as it advanced. Soldiers marched in its shadow like ants around a giant, believing themselves invincible simply because the beast breathed.For a heartbeat, the city faltered. The crowd that had roared minutes earlier went quiet, their courage shaken at the sight of something that seemed untouchable. Mothers dragged children behind broken walls. Men who had raised rifles now gripped them tighter, uncertain if pulling the trigger would matter.Reyes cursed under his breath. “That’s no tank. That’s a fortress.”Hawk’s jaw flexed as he spat blood. “Wu’s been stockpiling. Bastard hid this for the day we rose.”Ares didn’t
THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT FALL
The sky answered with fire.The blast rattled the bones of the city, a rolling thunder that tore through shattered windows and made even the strongest men flinch. Ares didn’t move. His eyes locked on the burning trail arcing across the night - the death-light of a helicopter sweeping low, spitting flame into the ruins below.Men scattered. Mothers dragged children through rubble. Fighters raised rifles only to watch their bullets spark uselessly against steel skin. The beast in the sky owned the air, and for a heartbeat, Lin City bent under its shadow.But Ares did not bow.His body ached from the earlier fight, muscles torn, blood soaking through bandages that barely held. Yet when he saw the gunship tilt its nose toward the Resistance Hall - toward Mira and Elijah - something inside him burned hotter than pain.He’d lived this nightmare before. Fallujah. The screaming. The helplessness. Brothers torn apart while machines rained fire. Back then he’d been just a soldier - obedient, sh
THE SILENCE OATH
The war had only just begun.Ares stood at the edge of the ruined square, the echoes of chaos still drifting through Lin City like smoke refusing to leave the air. The fires had died, but their scent lingered -burnt wood, scorched steel, and blood. Behind him, men and women huddled together, their eyes darting with the kind of fear that wasn’t born overnight but carved into the marrow after years of oppression.He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. It was slick with sweat, streaked with dust, but steady in his hand. Steadier than his heartbeat. Because in that heartbeat, he heard Mira’s silence, Elijah’s breathing, and the quiet determination of those who followed him.This was no longer a personal war. It was theirs.A shadow moved to his right. Reyes. His comrade’s face was smeared with ash, his jacket torn, but his eyes burned. “They’ll regroup,” he muttered. “Wu’s men won’t scatter for long. And when they return, it won’t be with batons or rifles - it’ll be tanks, drones
ECHOES OF FIRE
The God of War had returned. And he would not leave until the empire fell.The words hung in the air, echoing through the square like a drumbeat no one could silence. People stood in the ruins with ash in their hair and fear still clinging to their eyes, but something inside them shifted. They weren’t just victims anymore. They were witnesses to a man daring to say out loud what they had all buried inside for too long.Ares climbed down from the broken stone platform, boots crunching over glass. His steps were slow, measured, like a man who already carried the weight of the next battle on his shoulders. Hawk and Reyes moved in close, their faces drawn, both men watching him the way soldiers watch their commander when they know another order is coming.“Word’s going to spread,” Hawk muttered, his voice scratchy from smoke. “By nightfall, half this city will be whispering you declared war.”“That’s what I want,” Ares answered. His voice was even, but there was gravel in it, the kind tha