All Chapters of Return of the God of war: Chaos awaits : Chapter 31
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CHAPTER 31
Draven opened his eyes.The spirit realm vanished like mist under morning light.The strange sky, the glowing horizon, the silence—it all dissolved.He was back.Back in the physical realm.The fractured stone beneath him was whole again. The cracked mirror stood intact against the wall. The blue flames that had wrapped his body like a living armor were gone, as though they had never existed. Only faint warmth lingered in the air, like the memory of fire after it had died.Draven exhaled slowly.His gaze was steady. No flicker of doubt. No tremor of hesitation.He rose from the bare floor with deliberate calm. The room felt smaller now. Tighter. As though it could no longer contain the weight of what he carried inside.He walked toward the washroom adjoining the chamber and freshened up. Cold water ran over his face, down his neck. He stared at his reflection. His eyes were no longer glowing. They were dark again. He dried his face and stepped out, headed to the free area.“Kylen,” h
Chapter 32
In the spirit realm…Draven had left his estate in Acaryn alone, without a single escort. The usual clamor of soldiers, guards, and servants was gone. He had left the country entirely, retreating to his private island, a place untouched by the mundane world.All alone, he stepped back into the spirit realm.But this time, it was a different dimension The sky looked the same as the previous, the pale light casting shadows like liquid silver, but the stillness around him was deeper, heavier, almost suffocating. There were no creatures scuttling, no whispers of spirits, nothing to disturb the silence. It was as if the realm itself were holding its breath.The spirit realm, as was known, was far more beautiful than the physical world.Here, even the simplest grass swayed in colors that defied imagination, and flowers shimmered as though their petals were threaded with light itself. Every leaf, every blade, every tiny bloom seemed deliberately perfect, impossibly delicate.Yet Draven bare
CHAPTER 33
The wooden walls of the hut shuddered and creaked as if alive, closing in swiftly. A dark cloud spiraled through the room, carrying the thick, cloying stench of death. The air itself seemed to rot, pressing against Draven’s lungs, making each breath taste of decay.He moved to the center of the hut, eyes sharp, muscles coiled like steel. His gaze swept across the swirling darkness, following its movement.“Be bold enough to show yourself,” he thundered, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached.It must be a beast, he thought, as the smell deepened, crawling into his mind, testing his patience and his nerve.Suddenly, the walls halted. The cloud vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving nothing but silence, and then the room transformed. Before him rose a mansion walled in gold, gleaming, unreal, yet unmistakably familiar. It wasn’t just any mansion. Not just any mansion, it was his mansion, perfectly intact, as if plucked from memory and laid into the spirit realm wit
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His mana was inactive. The realization struck him cold and sharp.For a fraction of a second, disbelief flickered through Draven’s eyes, then it hardened into resolve. He tightened his grip on the chain, fingers digging into the cold metal until it bit into his palms. With a growl from deep within his chest, he seized it with both hands and pulled.The unseen hand in the darkness tightened around his neck.“Dad… Dad…”Abigail’s voice trembled behind him.It wavered and suddenly began glitching.“Dad.”The second call was wrong. It was too heavy, too layered, and too deep for Abigail's vocals.Draven’s eyes shifted slightly to her.Abigail’s small frame began to twitch violently. Her shoulders jerked. Her spine arched with a sickening crack. Skin stretched as if something beneath it pressed outward. Her limbs elongated unnaturally, joints bending the wrong way before snapping back into grotesque alignment.Then her flesh split. Her bones shifted.The sound of tearing muscle filled the
CHAPTER 35
The Threnovar crashed into a massive spirit vine tree known as a Dormyrrath, the impact tearing through its rooted stillness and wrenching it violently from the ground.The earth beneath it did not crumble like soil of the physical world. It trembled, a deep spiritual tremor rippled outward in widening rings. The Dormyrrath tilted, its colossal body dragged from its ancient hold as if time itself had been disrupted.The Dormyrrath was no ordinary tree of the spirit realm.It was a vessel.A resting vessel for a vicious creator known as the Vaelcryx.For decades at a time, the Vaelcryx hibernated within its living shell, concealed behind bark and vine, dormant yet never powerless.The violent collision disturbed that slumber as the massive trunk shuddered.A fracture split through its center, long, jagged, and deep. The crack echoed as it tore wider, splintering with a sound that rolled across the field like distant thunder.From within the fracture, a cloudy mist began to leak out.A
CHAPTER 36
The physical realm…“Sir, still no clue of Anna’s whereabouts.” Thomas reported, standing stiff at attention.The air in the room felt tight.General Shaw’s eyes widened slowly, the lines around them deepening. For a brief second, he said nothing. Then…His fist slammed against the table before him.The impact shook the cups and glass wares resting upon it. Porcelain rattled violently. Water in the glasses rippled, nearly spilling over the edges.“Look harder,” General Shaw thundered, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. “We don’t have much time left.”Thomas swallowed but did not move.In the physical realm, three whole days had already passed.Three days and General Shaw still had no clue where Anna was.Time was not pausing for him.His plan A….capturing Draven the moment he came for Midas was hanging by a thread. A plan built carefully, calculated down to the last move, now suspended in uncertainty.“Where is this Draven Khaelis?” General Shaw muttered, pacing behind h
CHAPTER 37
Somewhere in Acaryn…A young lady lay helplessly on the cold marble floor.Her hands were cuffed together in front of her, the metal biting into her wrists. Her feet were chained tightly to a thick pillar rooted into the ground. The chains did not just restrain her — they reminded her of her captivity with every slight movement.Her eyes were dim, dulled from exhaustion and somewhat agony. Blood had dried faintly at the corner of her lips and beneath her nose. Her hair was coiled into a messy bun, strands falling loose over her face, sticking slightly to her damp skin.She wore nothing but her underwear.Her skin bore marks, dark hickeys scattered across her body like stains she could not wash away.“If I don’t save myself, no one else will,” she thought slowly.Even her soul felt tired.It was not just her body that ached, it was her will. Still, somewhere beneath the weakness, something remained alive.She forced herself to move.Slowly, painfully, she lifted herself into a sitting
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“Miriam!!”The voice echoed through the golden walls of the living hall.The young lady froze; for a split second, her heart stopped beating.“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides. Slowly she turned.A tall woman in her mid-forties stood a few steps behind her, dressed in a fitted black uniform. Her posture was rigid. Her large eyes were sharp and assessing, piercing straight through the thin veil covering the young lady’s face.“Where are you going?” the woman demanded.The question wasn’t loud, but it carried authority.“I…”“Go to the storage and get the kale barn,” the woman interrupted coldly, with no suspicion in her tone, just an order.The young lady nodded quickly and lowered her gaze, forcing herself to walk, not too fast nor too slow.As she moved, she could hear her pulse hammering in her ears.“Help me, Lord; I need to get out of here,” she muttered, a small prayer under her breath.Though she had been kept in the basement, she k
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“Abigail Draven Khaelis.”The young lady’s information appeared on the screen in front of Sergeant Collins. The glow of the monitor reflected faintly against his face as his eyes scanned through the details displayed there.He shifted his gaze toward Constable Lily.“Don’t worry, Lily. I’ll take it from here,” he said calmly.Constable Lily smiled, a small polite curve of her lips, then turned and left the room. The door slammed shut behind her, the sharp sound echoing through the office.Sergeant Collins turned to Abigail, a small smile spreading on his lips.“Okay, Abigail. I’ve gotten your parents’ details. But there’s a slight issue. Your house address stated here has now been registered under someone else. But no worries, we’ll look further into it. Could you please wait here while I get more information regarding your mum and home?” Sergeant Collins said, his smile growing wider.“That must be that evil man Veyron,” Abigail gritted through her teeth.“Pardon?”“No, no. Please go
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In the spirit realm…“Don’t stare at me like that,” Draven sneered, his eyes cutting through the oppressive gloom.“I might as well just grant you peace to go meet your mate,” he added, a sly smirk curving his lips.The Ozyrath’s roar echoed through the realm, shaking the ground beneath them. The sound was primal, deep, vibrating through the very air, making small fissures appear across the uneven terrain.“Then we’ll all be leaving,” she thundered, her voice like rolling thunder.She let out another deafening roar, so loud the ground split beneath her feet. Jagged cracks formed, shards of stone vibrating with each pulse of her voice.Her form began to shift violently. She grew larger, more imposing. Black spikes erupted from her spine, jagged and uneven, each one glinting with an unnatural darkness. The air around her shimmered with latent energy, the smell of ozone thickening as if reality itself protested her presence.“You just made your defeat even better,” Draven remarked calmly