All Chapters of Return of the God of war: Chaos awaits : Chapter 81
- Chapter 90
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CHAPTER 82
They appeared in the basement of Draven’s estate, the air thick with a cold, metallic stillness that seemed to cling to the walls and settle into the lungs.The faint hum of electricity lingered in the background, low and constant, like a quiet warning that something terrible had already begun and was far from over.At the center of the room sat Dominic, bound to an electric chair with heavy restraints that dug into his wrists and ankles. His body slumped slightly forward, his head tilted to one side as though the weight of his own sins had finally dragged him down into unconsciousness.The dim light above flickered once, then steadied, casting harsh shadows across his face. Bruises marked his skin, faint but visible, evidence of a struggle that had not gone in his favor.Kylen stood a few steps away, his gaze fixed on Dominic with a darkness that ran deeper than anger. His expression remained controlled, but his eyes betrayed the storm beneath.“In the eyes of the citizens he is god s
CHAPTER 83
Kole had returned to Acaryn completely oblivious to what had happened days earlier between Midas and Karen, as Margaret made sure the news never reached him. The soft clinking of cutlery echoed across the dining room while the maids stood at attention, silently observing as Kole and Karen ate. Karen placed her fork down and fixed her gaze on him. After a few seconds, she lifted her hand in a dismissive wave, sending the maids away. They responded instantly, retreating with quiet, practiced steps until the room was empty. “I have good news,” Karen said, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin. Kole didn’t look up. He remained focused on his food, his movements steady and unbothered. “Go on,” he replied. Karen rolled her eyes, irritation flickering across her face. She had grown tired of how little attention he paid to her, though, in truth, she no longer cared enough to fight it. The only thing keeping her in the marriage was the wealth, the access, the doors that had opened
CHAPTER 84
Draven snapped his fingers, and in an instant Dominic appeared in Abigail’s room. The transition was seamless, yet everything shifted. The tiled floor beneath them changed into the cold, hardened surface of the basement. The air itself felt heavier, thicker, charged with something unseen. Kylen appeared alongside him, followed by the soldiers, their presence filling the space with quiet force.The soldiers did not react with surprise. They adjusted immediately, their posture straightening as if responding to an unspoken command etched into their very being.“Sir!!!”Their voices rang in unison as they saluted Draven, their movements sharp and impeccably disciplined.Abigail’s jaw dropped.Her eyes moved from one soldier to another, then back to Draven, disbelief washing over her face.“What the…?” she whispered under her breath.Soldiers of this number calling her father sir? It did not fit into anything she knew about him. Draven had always been powerful, always influential, but not
CHAPTER 85
Abigail could not believe her eyes.Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.Her mind struggled to catch up with what she had just witnessed, trying to piece together something that made sense, something that fit into the reality she understood. But nothing did.“How did…?” she started, her voice barely forming.“What…?”The questions remained trapped within her, tangled and incomplete.Her gaze stayed fixed on Dominic, on the way his body had moved without resistance, on the way everything around her had shifted as though reality itself bent at Draven’s will.“Dad? How…?” she tried again, but the words faded before they could fully take shape.Draven turned to her slowly. The faint blue glow that had burned within his eyes moments ago vanished as if it had never been there, leaving behind a calm, unreadable gaze.“I will explain much later, Abby,” he said.There was no hesitation in his voice; he didn’t need to justify anything further.Then he turned back to Dominic.“Sit.”T
CHAPTER 86
Dominic tried to speak, but his lips refused to part. His jaw remained stiff, locked in place, as though his own body had turned against him. A strained sound escaped his throat, nothing more than a broken murmur, his eyes blinking rapidly in frustration. Draven watched him for a moment, then exhaled lightly. “My bad,” he said, almost casually, as if he had only just remembered. With a snap of his fingers, the invisible hold loosened. Control returned to Dominic all at once, and with it came the full weight of his condition. His body slumped backward into the chair, his limbs hanging awkwardly. His lower jaw had shifted out of place, leaving his mouth half open in a painful angle that made even the simplest movement unbearable. Dominic sucked in a sharp breath. “I… don’t know anything,” he managed, each word dragging painfully through his mouth, each attempt at speech sending waves of agony through his jaw. Draven tilted his head slightly, studying him. “Tsk tsk,” he mutte
CHAPTER 87
Back in Northgate, the Prime Minister sat behind his desk, his head slightly lowered as his eyes moved across the stack of documents before him. He had only just returned from days spent out of the country, and already the weight of unfinished duties pressed heavily on him. Papers that demanded his signature, decisions that could not be delayed, responsibilities that had waited for his return now crowded his desk in quiet insistence. He flipped through another page, his expression composed, though faint irritation lingered beneath the surface. There was always something waiting. Always something unfinished. Suddenly, a dark mist seeped into the air, subtle at first, like a shadow slipping through unseen cracks. It spread quietly, curling along the edges of the room, weaving itself into every corner without resistance. The temperature seemed to drop, the air growing heavier with each passing second. “What’s goi…..” His assistant’s words cut off abruptly. Mid-sentence, his bod
CHAPTER 88
“Hello, sir!” Mrs. Elara’s voice carried across the garden, cutting through the stillness that had settled there. Draven did not respond immediately. After leaving Abigail’s room, he had come straight to the gym area, needing space, needing distance from everything that had just unfolded. But even here, the quiet did little to calm what burned beneath the surface. His thoughts were anything but still. They circled one name. "Veyron." The urge came again, clawing at the edges of his control. If it were possible, he would drag Veyron back from the dead just to end him again. Not once. Not quickly. But over and over until nothing remained. The thought alone brought no satisfaction, only a deeper, darker hunger. What Veyron had done to Anna refused to leave his mind. The fact that Dragna and Dominic spoke about it, they too saw Anna in that position. It was not enough that Veyron was dead. Not enough that his body had been buried. It felt incomplete, unfinished, as though punis
CHAPTER 89
Outside, a convoy of sleek army vans stretched across the entrance, their engines silent yet imposing, lined with precision that spoke of discipline and force.At the center of it all sat a Rolls Royce Phantom, its polished body reflecting the dim glow of the surroundings like a silent declaration of power. Soldiers stood in large numbers on either side, their posture rigid, their weapons held firmly, eyes forward, unmoving.There was no noise, no unnecessary motion….Just readiness.Draven stepped out from the entrance slowly, descending the stairs with measured ease, his hands tucked into his pockets.His gaze remained forward, empty of visible emotion, yet something deeper lingered beneath it, something that made the air feel heavier in his presence.A faint smirk touched his lips.“Tonight is going to be an elite one.”The words came out low, almost to himself, yet carrying certainty.Kylen moved ahead without hesitation, stepping toward the Rolls Royce and pulling the door open. He
Chapter 90
Midas’s new villa sat at the center of a vast estate that stretched endlessly across the heart of Acaryn, land that belonged entirely to him, land built to reflect his power, his wealth, and the fear he had planted into those beneath him.Every inch of the estate was guarded, every path watched, every entry sealed with layers of security designed to keep threats out and authority intact.Yet despite all of that, despite the armed men stationed across the compound and the systems meant to detect even the slightest intrusion,Draven’s convoy had already arrived and not a single soul within the estate had noticed.The line of army vans and the Rolls Royce Phantom rested just beyond the entrance of the villa like a ghostly procession, invisible to every eye that should have detected them.Draven’s soldiers remained in formation, their posture straight, their grip on their weapons firm, their focus sharp as they awaited the signal that would turn silence into chaos. Inside the Phantom, Dra
CHAPTER 91
“That will be a simple death for an evil man,” Draven said, his tone calm, far too calm for the rage that still churned within him, steady enough to make the silence around him feel heavier than noise.“He manufactured the drug Veyron used on Anna, further ruining her sanity.” The thought came back again like a blade pressing deeper each time it resurfaced.“And now, he will pay dearly for that.”A grin formed on his lips as he walked forward without haste and took a seat before Midas’s desk, lowering himself into the chair as though it had always belonged to him, leaning back into it with controlled ease and crossing his right leg over his left knee.CLICK!!The moment the sound broke, Draven’s stealth faded and he became visible.Midas gasped.The cigar slipped from his fingers as his eyes widened in shock, his entire body freezing in place as if movement itself had been taken from him.“Draven…” he stuttered.“Khaelis.” Draven completed it for him.Midas remained seated, unmoving, h