Rise of the Peerless God of War

Chapter 136

The first sound was armor.

Not clattering—singing. Hundreds of plates shifting in rhythm, like an army exhaling after centuries of silence.

Draven pushed himself up. The chamber stretched farther than he’d realized, its walls fading into shadow. Every shape he’d seen before—those watching eyes—was moving now. Soldiers, dozens at first, then hundreds. Each wore remnants of Aldrich’s crest on their chest plates, half-erased by time.

Sera steadied herself beside him. “They’re forming ranks.”

And they were—clean, disciplined, perfect. The dead moved as if the years had never passed, their steps synchronized around the glowing figure that was King Aldrich.

“Your silence,” the king said, voice echoing through stone and bone, “has been long enough. The kingdom rises.”

He raised his sword. Its edge flared white, and the nearest corpses caught fire from within—blue-white light burning through hollow ribs. They didn’t fall. They screamed without throats and charged.

Draven’s blade was in motion