Heaven breaker King: The Prison God Returns

CHAPTER 8 — ALLIANCES AND BLOODLINES

The echo of collapsing stone still reverberated in Yard C. Bruce’s fists were raw, muscles taut, yet his mind raced faster than any strike he’d thrown.

The aftermath of his Forbidden Authority activation had left the arena in ruin, and the entire prison whispering his name.

Tian followed silently, cane tapping on cracked concrete. “You’ve made your presence undeniable,” he said. “Now everyone knows you’re not just strong… you’re dangerous.”

Bruce’s eyes scanned the wreckage. Blood, dust, and shattered stone littered the ground. “Dangerous enough to save her?” His voice was low, almost a growl.

Tian hesitated. “They’re watching Luna. They’ve already begun.”

Bruce clenched his fists, aura simmering. The Heavenbreak Legacy pulsed in response to the distant threat. His bond with her flared like a beacon across miles, sending a signal both of warning and fury.

Bonded Life Threat — Active

Distance: 11 miles

Bruce exhaled sharply. “Then we don’t wait.”

The prison corridors were alive with whispers. Inmates peeked from corners, heads turning as Bruce passed. None dared approach directly, not yet.

He was no longer just a man. He was a name—a threat—a storm. Tian kept pace. “You can’t do this alone,” he said. “You’ll need allies.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Allies?”

“Yes,” Tian replied. “Everyone who wants to survive will either join you or die trying.”

A sharp laugh echoed down the hall. Holt, bruised and limping from their last encounter, emerged with several other Iron Chain members.

His grin was bitter. “You’ve got power, Kane. But power draws attention… and attention draws trouble.”

Bruce didn’t flinch. “Is that a threat?”

Holt shook his head slowly. “No. It’s an offer. Join me, or fight me later. Make your choice now, before the walls start bleeding your mistakes.”

Bruce’s gaze swept the group. Each man was dangerous, experienced, cunning, lethal. But they were nothing compared to what awaited outside.

“I don’t need allies to survive,” he said. “I need them to live. And to protect what matters to me.”

Holt’s grin widened. “Wise words… for a man who’s about to change this prison forever.”

Minutes later, Bruce was standing in the shadowed corner of a supply block, surveying the gathering factions.

Holt’s Iron Chain, a small band of merciless survivors, and even the lean fighter who had challenged him in Yard C were present, hesitant, curious, wary.

“Listen carefully,” Bruce said, voice low and commanding. “This prison is not what it seems. It’s alive. It hunts. And if we don’t act together, we’ll all die—prisoner or guard alike.”

Murmurs rose, skepticism and fear intertwining. “Alive?” one inmate whispered. “You sound insane.”

Bruce’s aura flared faintly, the residual energy of Forbidden Authority crackling around him. “Insanity is the least of your worries.

This place has eyes. And it knows who you are. It knows what you want. And it will take it from you, if it can.”

Silence fell. Holt stepped forward. “You want a truce, Kane?”

“I want survival,” Bruce said. “And the chance to stop them from touching the lives outside these walls. That includes anyone bound by fate to me.”

A lean man spoke from the back. “You mean the girl… the one tied to you?”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. Luna. If they harm her, this prison won’t contain the consequences.”

A ripple of unease passed through the gathered inmates. They had all heard whispers; Luna’s name was familiar even here, but no one had dared speak it aloud.

Bruce’s bond with her gave him leverage they couldn’t ignore. Far outside Blackstone Prison, Luna’s pulse raced. The black SUV from before had returned, silent and waiting.

Two men emerged, moving with deadly precision, but Luna’s instincts screamed danger before they approached.

“Bruce…” she whispered, heart hammering. The air around her tingled with the faint echo of his presence.

She sprinted, weaving between shadows, but the attackers were fast, coordinated, and armed. Every step she took, Bruce felt, like an invisible thread stretching across the miles.

His aura flared faintly in response, a warning and a shield. Bonded Life Threat — Critical

External Interference Detected — Shadow Agents Approaching Luna

Bruce’s fists clenched. “Not today.”

He drew in a deep breath. The Forbidden Authority pulsed violently, his aura expanding beyond the prison walls. Concrete cracked. 

Steel groaned. Guards and inmates inside Blackstone froze, sensing something beyond comprehension.

Miles away, the two attackers staggered, as if held by invisible chains. Luna tripped, landing on her hands, eyes wide, feeling an unseen force shield her and push the assailants back.

“Who… what…” she whispered.

Warning — Bonded Life Protected by Red Status Inmate: Bruce Kane

Bruce gritted his teeth. “Stay close, Luna. Don’t let them corner you.”

Inside the prison, Holt finally spoke. “I see now… Kane, you aren’t just fighting for yourself. You’re fighting for something outside these walls.”

Bruce’s eyes flickered. “Yes. And if we’re going to survive, you all need to decide: are you standing with me, or dying before the first night ends?”

One by one, the factions assessed him. The Iron Chain hesitated, then stepped forward, grumbling but aligned.

The lean fighter from Yard C nodded slowly. Even Nyx, silent and deadly, moved closer, eyes calculating but intrigued.

“Agreed,” Bruce said, voice low and sharp. “We move as one. And the moment anyone threatens Luna or each other without cause, consider it your last.”

Tian stepped forward, cane tapping lightly. “Do you understand the risk?”

Bruce looked at him. “I do. But the bigger risk is failing.”

The underground network of Blackstone trembled as Bruce and his newfound allies moved through the supply tunnels, preparing for coordinated action.

The factions murmured among themselves, surprised by Bruce’s strategic foresight. He directed them to secure vantage points, monitor corridors, and intercept guards loyal to Graves.

System Alert: Threat Detection — Multiple Factions Mobilized

Bruce didn’t flinch. “Good. Let them move. Let me see what we’re up against.”

Suddenly, a shadow flickered at the tunnel entrance. Veyran. The man who had attacked him earlier. Only this time, he wasn’t alone.

“Thought you could rally a few friends without me noticing?” Veyran said, voice smooth, almost mocking. “You forget… the prison itself can’t be fooled.”

Bruce stepped forward, aura flaring. “I’m not trying to fool the prison. I’m trying to survive it—and protect her. You? You’re in my way.”

Veyran lunged. Bruce moved like water, intercepting him with precision. Sparks of energy cracked from Bruce’s fists as he struck, each blow sending tremors through the concrete walls.

The factions watched, silent but tense. Holt whispered, “I’ve never seen anyone fight like that…”

Bruce ignored them. His focus was on the fight and the bond pulsing miles away. Luna’s life hung in the balance. He couldn’t afford a mistake.

Forbidden Authority — Secondary Surge Active Range Extended Toward Bonded Life

Bruce’s aura flared violently, stretching toward Luna. Outside, she felt it like a gust of invisible wind, pushing her attackers away.

She froze, staring at the space around her. Something was protecting her. Something he was projecting. Veyran hissed. “Impossible… he’s… controlling it from inside the prison?”

Bruce’s teeth clenched. “You’ll see just how impossible I am.”

He surged forward, catching Veyran off guard, breaking his attack. The lean fighter from Bruce’s alliance joined in, pinning Veyran to the ground.

Bruce’s aura dimmed slightly, but the pulse toward Luna remained strong, protective, and warning all at once.

The factions inside Blackstone finally understood the stakes. Bruce Kane wasn’t just a threat to anyone in the prison; he was the storm outside as well.

Luna stumbled to her feet, breathing hard. The attackers hesitated, feeling the invisible force restraining them.

The SUV’s engine roared, but the shadowy figures couldn’t move closer. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Bruce…?”

Miles away, Bruce’s eyes burned, chest heaving. He had reached her. She was alive, for now. But he knew the threat wasn’t over.

Tian’s voice was firm, steadying him. “You’ve shown them power. Now you need a strategy. Fury alone won’t protect her forever.”

Bruce’s smile was cold. “Strategy is just a word. She’s alive. That’s all that matters—for now. Let them come. I’ll carve a path through hell if I have to.”

And in the shadows, Graves, Veyran, and countless others watched. Bruce Kane had just become the impossible storm, the one who defied rules, prison, and fate itself.

The warning echoed through Blackstone Prison: this man bends chains, bloodlines, and life itself to protect what he loves.

And no one, inside or outside, was safe from the consequences of crossing him.