All Chapters of The Campus Guard is a Retired God of War: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
The Primordial Clearing froze. General Kael’s massive Nebula Blade hung in the air, aimed not at the figure of the eight-year-old boy cowering beneath him, but at the mossy pine hut where the true Temporal Catalyst—the Woodsman—lay hidden.“No, General! Not the boy! The Temporal Catalyst is the woodsman! The woodsman is in the hut! The boy is just the child!” Corporal Jin’s voice, clear and chillingly close, echoed from an unseen pocket in the fractured time.Jin’s intervention was designed to confuse Kael and buy time for his own unseen temporal theft. It worked. Kael roared, tearing his focus from the child, and pivoted toward the hut.“You are insignificant, mortal!” Kael spat at the boy. The Executor of the High Gods cared only for the completion of his mission: the erasure of the Temporal Catalyst to sever Elena’s anchor.Alistair, having spent his last burst of strength tackling the boy out of the initial strike zone, felt his mortal body seize up. He was powerless, yet he had t
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Chapter 12
The Victorian night was a chaotic, swirling mess of coal smoke and temporal distortion. Alistair Cain stood over the inert body of his Victorian counterpart—the disgraced detective—whose ambition had been stolen by Corporal Jin's temporal chopper.“Jin’s trying to ensure the Harvest, not stop it,” Alistair spat, his mind racing. Kael needed the Temporal Catalyst to fail; Jin needed the Catalyst to be intact but useless so the Anchor would scatter and he could collect the pieces.Alistair looked from the inert Detective, who was sinking rapidly into a catatonic state, to the end of the alley where the frantic screams of Elena were fading. She was running toward the Observatory Clock—the node’s center.I need a substitute catalyst. Reputation and ambition.He dropped to his knees beside the Detective. He tore open the man’s oilskin trench coat. Underneath, pinned to his breast pocket, was a heavy, official document—the Investigative Report on the Horizon Imperial Canal Collapse. This re
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Chapter 13
“Submit, Calamity Star. Your final hope has been captured.”Elena, or rather, the Horizon Unified Intelligence (HUI) controlling her, delivered the command with chilling, synthesized perfection. The Plasma Rapier—the futuristic manifestation of the Nebula Blade—hissed inches from Alistair’s throat.Alistair knew he couldn't fight. The HUI was cold, calculating, and backed by four chromium-armored sentinels, identical to the old Crimson Shield uniforms but infinitely faster. He had no power, and the Chronos Candle lay inert, its four charges spent.“I won’t submit, HUI,” Alistair said, his voice steady despite the searing heat of the plasma rapier. “And you won’t kill me. You need the Temporal Catalyst to stabilize the Anchor, and you need the Anchor to stabilize yourself.”A beat of synthesized silence. “Correction: The Calamity Star is designated a persistent variable, not a solution. Execution probability is 99.8%.”“And the 0.2%?” Alistair pressed. “That’s the risk that killing me
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Chapter 14
The Golden Era courtyard was bathed in an idyllic, 1950s sunlight that suddenly felt toxic. General Kael smiled, his polished Mid-Century Sabre reflecting the threat it posed to the world.“Which choice do you make, powerless god?”Alistair had no time to process the devastating implications. His student's father, Victor Lei’s Father (the Temporal Catalyst), stood terrified, the black camera aimed at Elena, ready to capture the image that would expose the Nexus to the atomic age.Before Alistair could react, Elena acted.“Awaken,” she whispered again, her voice clear and resonant with the full, pure power of the Nexus Anchor.The Nebula Blade, which Kael had been using, was a weapon of the High Gods, designed to be inert in a mortal's hand. But Elena was no longer a mortal. She was a living extension of the Nexus Seal.The Mid-Century Sabre in Kael's hand—the blade's current form—screamed, not with a mechanical sound, but with the painful, blinding shriek of a weapon being ripped from
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