All Chapters of The Devil's Rebirth System : Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: Horns in the Fog
The night after the storm was unnaturally still.The Hollow’s streets glistened in the pale moonlight, washed clean by the rain yet haunted by the silence that followed. Even the usual creak of shutters and clatter of loose roof tiles seemed to have gone quiet, as if the whole city held its breath.Kael stood on the outer wall just before dawn, his cloak stirring faintly in the cool breeze that rolled off the northern hills. The moon hung low and bright, framed by ragged clouds that drifted like slow-moving ghosts.The boy stood a few paces away, rubbing his arms for warmth. “I hate this quiet,” he whispered. “It feels wrong.”Kael’s crimson eyes scanned the mist curling at the base of the hills. “The world grows quiet when it’s listening. That’s when you should listen back.”The boy tilted his head, trying to hear whatever Kael seemed to hear, but the night offered nothing but the distant rush of a swollen stream.The watchman on the nearby tower shifted uneasily. “No sign of movemen
Chapter 62: The First Clash
At dawn, the mist was still heavy over the fields, thicker than before, pale and cold as if the clouds had descended to smother the earth. From the walls of the Hollow, the world looked drowned in a white sea where nothing moved—yet every man and woman on watch felt the presence of something hidden within that haze.Kael had been on the wall since before the first light broke the horizon. His crimson eyes cut through the gloom better than any torch. The boy stood beside him, wrapped in a heavy cloak, still bleary with sleep but too tense to close his eyes again.“They’ll come at dawn,” Kael said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself. “Cowards love the cover of fog.”The boy swallowed hard. “How do you know?”Kael’s answer was a thin, sharp smile. “Because that’s what I would do.”Behind them, the city stirred awake to the sound of hurried footsteps and the clatter of weapons. Lira emerged from the inner gate, her hair tied back, armor strapped tight, a long blade slung across her
Chapter 63: The Beasts of War
By dusk, the fog had finally thinned, but the sky was no comfort. Clouds stained the horizon crimson, as though the setting sun had bled across the heavens. The Hollow’s walls, blackened by smoke and splattered with blood, loomed against the fiery light like the spine of some ancient beast guarding the city’s heart.Kael stood at the northern parapet, his cloak stiff with soot and ash. His crimson eyes reflected the scarlet sky as he watched the enemy camp come alive beyond the charred fields. Torches flared one after another, spreading like wildfire across the lines of tents.“They’re moving again,” Lira said beside him, pulling her gloves tighter. The dried blood on her sleeve crackled as she flexed her fingers. “No rest for the weary, I suppose.”The boy joined them, still limping slightly from a shallow cut he’d taken during the last fight. His face was drawn but his eyes burned with stubborn determination.“They didn’t come this far just to leave,” he said.Kael nodded slightly.
Chapter 64: Shadows Within
Night fell heavy over the Hollow. The smoke of the earlier battle still clung to the air, mingling with the damp chill of the river mist. The city’s torches flickered uneasily along the walls, their flames casting long, wavering shadows that danced like restless spirits across the scorched stone.The defenders tried to rest, but sleep was slow to come. The boy lay curled on his cot in the barracks, eyes wide open in the darkness as muffled sounds of clanking armor and distant hammering drifted in from the wall where repairs were underway.Lira sat near the doorway, sharpening her blade with steady, deliberate strokes, each rasp of steel on whetstone keeping time with the beat of her thoughts.“You should sleep,” she said without looking up.“I can’t,” the boy replied quietly. “Every time I close my eyes, I see those beasts charging at the gate.”Lira smirked faintly. “Welcome to war, kid. The monsters stay with you whether your eyes are open or shut.”Outside, Kael walked the inner st
Chapter 65: Fire Over the Hollow
The dawn came sharp and cold, the kind that cut through armor and bone alike. Mist hung heavy over the fields, a ghostly shroud that dulled the horizon and muffled the sounds of the waking army beyond the walls.Kael stood upon the battlements of the western wall, cloak snapping in the biting wind. His crimson eyes scanned the hazy expanse. He could feel it—the tension, the quiet before a storm. The enemy wasn’t retreating; they were shifting. Preparing.Below him, the defenders of the Hollow moved with the uneasy rhythm of exhaustion. Armor clinked. Orders were barked. Fires burned low in iron braziers as the soldiers warmed their hands, their faces pale from sleeplessness. The night’s infiltration had left everyone raw.Lira climbed the stone steps to where Kael stood. Her hair was tied back, her blade freshly cleaned, her expression grim but steady.“Nothing from the scouts,” she said. “The field’s clear for now. But they’re too quiet.”Kael didn’t answer immediately. The mist was
Chapter 66: Clash of Shadows
The firestorm devoured the sky. Smoke rolled in dark, choking waves across the Hollow as flames climbed the crumbling towers. Sparks rained down like dying stars. The roar of the siege was unending—wood snapping, stone shattering, men screaming.Kael stood amid it all, calm within chaos. His blade hummed with black energy, his shadow twisting around him like a living storm. Across from him, the Skull Commander advanced through the smoke, each heavy step cracking the scorched ground.Their armies gave them space. Even the dying had fallen silent. Two forces of nature were about to collide.The Skull Commander’s armor glowed faintly from within, lines of crimson light pulsing like veins. His voice echoed through the ruins, rough and resonant.“You’ve made the Hollow bleed long enough, Kael. Step aside. This land belongs to the living, not your kind.”Kael’s eyes flared with a cold, steady fire. “The living abandoned it long before I came.”The Commander’s grip tightened on his greatswor
Chapter 67: Ashes and Oaths
The fires burned for three days before they finally began to die. What remained of the Hollow was a landscape of broken stone and soot. The air hung thick with smoke, the sky a dull gray bruise that never seemed to clear.Kael walked through the ruins of the western wall, his steps slow, deliberate. Every piece of shattered stone and burned timber told a story—of loss, of survival, of the price he’d chosen to pay. His armor was scorched, his cloak torn to ribbons, but his eyes still burned crimson beneath the soot.All around him, the people of the Hollow worked in silence. Soldiers stacked rubble into barricades, children carried buckets of water from the wells, and healers moved between the wounded who lay on makeshift beds. The smell of blood and smoke clung to everything.Lira found him standing where the great gate had once stood. The morning light caught in her hair, though her face was drawn and pale. “The fires are out in the lower quarter,” she said quietly. “We’ve started mo
Chapter 68: The Scent of the Divine
The Hollow no longer screamed—it murmured. The fires had died, but their ghosts lingered in the air, a bitter tang of smoke and scorched iron that clung to every breath. The once-golden city of kings was now gray, its streets slick with ash and rain.Kael walked alone through the heart of it, the hem of his dark cloak dragging through puddles tinted with soot. The world had grown quieter since the battle—too quiet. Even the wind dared not howl.Behind him trailed a dozen survivors, the last of the soldiers who had sworn loyalty after the massacre. Lira led them, her sword sheathed but her eyes sharp, watching the ruins for movement. The boy—the one who had once carried messages between the camps—kept close to her side. His face was pale, and his hands trembled, but he refused to fall behind.The square had once been a place of trade, laughter, and music. Now it was a graveyard of memory. Cracked marble fountains lay toppled, stalls burned to the ground. And in the center, half-hidden
Chapter 69: The Last Prophet
The rain had not stopped by morning. It came down in steady sheets, washing the ashes from the streets and carrying them into the gutters like gray blood. The Hollow looked almost clean again, as if pretending that the fires, the screams, and the divine slaughter by the river had never happened.But Kael knew better. Cleansing was what the gods called it too.He stood in the throne room—a hall stripped of gold, cracked stone pillars holding up a ceiling that sagged under its own weight. The great banners of the old kings still hung limp and blackened along the walls. The place smelled of wet stone and burned silk.At the center of the hall knelt a man in chains. His robes had once been white and shining, stitched with threads of gold. Now they were little more than tatters, the divine insignia burned away. His head was bowed, his hair clinging to his face, his lips whispering prayers to gods who no longer listened.Kael’s steps echoed through the silence. “You are the one they call th
Chapter 70: The Ruins of the First Temple
The northern wastelands stretched endlessly beneath a gray, dying sky. Cold winds howled across cracked plains and buried bones. The land looked as if it had been scorched by a god’s wrath and left to rot in silence.Kael led his riders through the barren terrain. Their horses moved slowly, hooves crunching against the uneven ground that glittered faintly with frost. The sun was a pale disc, struggling behind clouds, offering no warmth.No one spoke. Even the wind felt hostile here.Lira rode beside him, her silver hair whipping against her hood. “This place,” she muttered, her voice tight, “it feels… wrong. Like the world itself is holding its breath.”Kael didn’t reply. His crimson eyes scanned the horizon—flat, lifeless, endless. Yet deep within, his instincts screamed. Something was here. Watching. Waiting.He slowed his horse. The others followed suit without a word. He could feel it now—the faint pulse beneath the soil, like a heartbeat buried beneath centuries of dust.Lira fro