All Chapters of ASHES OF BETRAYAL THE SORCERER'S VENGEANCE : Chapter 91
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CHAPTER 91
The grand hall was quiet once again, but the silence did not bring peace to Kael. He sat on the throne, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the cold metal. The violet flames that usually danced around his shoulders were low, flickering like a dying candle in a heavy wind. He was quiet but his brain was processing the sudden wall he had hit faster than any scholar could. He had sent his magic out again, a wide network of shadow energy meant to drag the King and Queen out of their hole, but he had come back with nothing but empty air.He was utterly confused. The shadow magic he wielded was a force of nature, a gift from the void itself, and yet something was pushing it back. It wasn't just a masking spell, it felt more like a door had been slammed in his face by someone who knew exactly how to lock it.Elira walked over to the throne, her green eyes scanning his face carefully. She noticed the way his jaw was clenched and how his eyes lacked their usual deadly spark. She stoppe
CHAPTER 92
The heavy air in the grand hall was thick with the power of a coming storm. Kael stood by the massive balcony, his black robe flowing in the cold wind that swept through the capital. Below him, the city of Thornhaven was a sea of flickering lanterns and long shadows, but his mind was far away, buried in the dark corners of the continent. He was quiet, his brain processing the sudden wall he had hit faster than any scholar could. He had the crown, he had the throne, but the two people who had turned his life into a nightmare were still breathing, hidden behind a veil of magic that he couldn't pierce.The odd smell hit him again.It wasn't blood or the smell of ancient magic this time. It was something deeper, a void-like essence that felt like cold ice against his soul. He knew of course that shadow magic always carried a strange aura even when it was old and unknown, but this was different. It was a masking spell that didn't just hide, it erased. It was a work of art made of darkne
CHAPTER 93
The guards slept peacefully in the past, forgetting that the shadow and devil they had made now walked among them. While men slept, the enemy attacked and Kael was pumped up and ready to strike. The night was freezing and the air was heavy in the North, carrying a terrifying stillness that promised death. Kael Duskborne rode his dark horse, leading the shadow guards through the thick, unforgiving forest. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, but it was a cold pain that fueled his power and drove his dark ambitions. He remembered the fangs tearing through his muscle and sinew, and how he had died on the altar. Now, he was the warlord, the Prince of Shadows, and he was here to claim everything they had stolen from him.The odd smell hit him first. It was not the smell of the trees or the snow that crunched beneath his horse's hooves. It was an old pain, heavy with angst and disgust, that dated back centuries. He could feel it with his magic and beneath it was something else. It fe
CHAPTER 94
The air in the mountain was heavy and thick with a suffocating silence that was far from peaceful. Kael moved with the grace and power of a predator, his black robe sweeping over the floor as he studied the carvings with an intense, burning curiosity. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, but his mind was sharp, processing the magical signatures of the void faster than any scholar could. He could feel the pulse of the mountain, but something was off, the vibrations felt unusual like a drum without a specific rhythm.A soft smile crossed his lips as he reached out to touch a particular marking on the wall. It felt like blood, that foul scent filled the air, but as his fingers made contact, the stone shifted softly. It wasn't a physical movement, but a shift in the layout and framework of reality itself. The shadows here were old and hiding, but they suddenly began to hiss, retreating from his touch as if he carried a plague they couldn't endure."Kael, the energy is shifting," Eli
CHAPTER 95
Far away from the freezing North, the air was thick and heavy inside the forgotten ruins of the western dry lands. The shadows here were ancient and twisting around the broken pillars like snakes, waiting for a master to command them to strike. But Gamora was not a master of these shadows, the sorcerer was a merchant of the void, and right now, the void was the only thing keeping the royal family alive.King Aldric sat on a stone block, his crown of gold replaced by dirt and sweat. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, the reality of his fallen kingdom finally crashed down on his shoulders. He was breathing heavily, his hands shaking badly as he stared at the floor. The decoy had worked, but the terror of the close call was still fresh and suffocating.Queen Seraphine paced the small, ruined courtyard, her heels clicking nervously on the stone. Her elegance was completely gone, replaced by a frantic and pained fear. Fear enveloped her and shook her soul, leaving her heavily laden
CHAPTER 96
The grand hall of Thornhaven was a tomb of absolute silence, but inside Kael’s mind, a violent storm was tearing everything apart. He stood at the back of the throne, his black robes hanging heavy on his shoulders. The journey back from the freezing North had been a mix of cold winds and bitter failure. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, sinking deep into his bones like a poison that refused to kill him. For the first time since he had returned from the dead, he didn't have an answer and the realisation broke his ego.He walked slowly across the marble floor, his boots echoing loudly in the empty space. He was the Lord of the shadows, the warlord who had conquered death, yet he had been played for a fool by a mere merchant of the void. His brain processed faster than any scholar could, he replayed every single second in that dark cave. The odd smell of anger and blood. The decoy had perfectly mimicked the terrified heartbeat of the King. The ethereal and strange energy had ma
CHAPTER 97
Elena stood by the massive wooden doors. She didn't flinch as a piece of burning artefact fell just inches from her boots. Her green eyes were locked on him, steady and calm, completely unaffected by the annoying display of power. She had ridden with him through the freezing North, she had seen the mountain burn, and she wasn't going to let him tear down his own castle."You are destroying your own seat of power," Elena stated, her voice echoing in the ruined hall. She stepped inside, the soles of her boots crunching over the broken glass."My seat of power is built on lies!" Kael snapped, the violet flames flaring aggressively around his shoulders. "The King is gone, Elena! They vanished! I held the void in my hands, and it was nothing but a hollow trick. I was standing right there, and I didn't see it!""Because you were blinded by your own hatred," Elena boldly replied, closing the distance between them. She wasn't heavily armoured, wearing only her standard dark leather, but her
CHAPTER 98
The night was damn freezing and the air was heavy in the unknown wilderness, carrying a terrifying calmness that promised death. Far from the grand hall of Thornhaven, the shadows here were ancient, twisting around the trees like snakes, waiting for a master to command them to strike. But there was no master here, only the cowardly King Aldric and his broken wife. They were hiding in the thick dark forest, running from the shadow and devil they had made.King Aldric sat heavily on a rotting log. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, but it was not a cold pain that fueled his power and drove his dark ambitions. It was the pain of a man who had lost everything he had ever built. He hated being alive in tears. He remembered the fangs tearing through his muscle and skin in his nightmares, the scary and vivid memories of how his own flesh and blood had died on the altar. Now, that boy was the warlord, the Prince of Shadows, and the King was reduced to a rat hiding in the dark.Queen S
CHAPTER 99
Kael remained in a deep, unnatural trance, his body standing before the throne like a statue carved from mountain stone. The shadows here were ancient, twisting around his black robes like snakes, waiting for a master to command them to strike. Inside his mind, the world of the living had vanished. He was numb and pain had enveloped him, but it was a cold pain that fueled his power and drove his dark ambitions. He was no longer breathing the heavy air, he was breathing the void itself, just as he was found.He remembered the fangs tearing through his muscle and skin and how he had died on the altar. That memory was the heavy red stamp on his soul, the anchor that kept him from drifting away into the absolute silence of the dark magic. His brain processing faster than any scholar could, he began to peel back the layers of the masking spell Gamora had woven across the kingdom. He wasn't looking for a physical trail of breadcrumbs, he was looking for the resonance of the thirty thousa
CHAPTER 100
The massive vortex of swirling darkness stood in the centre of the ruined grand hall like a hungry mouth waiting to be fed. The air in the room was heavy and thick with the suffocating scent of ancient magic and the terrifying stillness that promised death to anyone who dared to step closer. Kael stood before the tear in reality, his black robes whipping violently around him as the void pulled at his very soul. He was numb and pain had enveloped him but it was a cold pain that fueled his power and drove his dark ambitions. His violent violet eyes were burning with a strange energy as he stared into the darkness, his brain processing faster than any scholar could.He remembered the fangs tearing through his muscle and skin on that cursed altar. He remembered the betrayal of the people who had celebrated with gold and spat on his grave. Those memories were the heavy stamp on his heart, a constant reminder of why he had the grit to do whatever it takes to bring an absolute apocalypse