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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 137
Kael stood still as the sky split further open.The battlefield had become quiet—too quiet. No sound of wind, no distant thunder, not even the groan of broken metal. Just silence.Not even the Tribunal spoke anymore.They hovered like insects on the edge of death, their broken constructs twitching in place as if they could sense what was coming. Not even in their worst nightmares had they planned for this.Then it came.Not with fury. Not with fire.But with stillness.Like the moment right before death. The last breath before the void.A shadow… stretching across the torn sky. Not cast by any light, but by the absence of it.It descended slowly. Gracefully.Its form was impossible to define—shifting, alive, yet ancient beyond time. Eyes blinked across its body, then vanished. Its skin looked like cracked stone and starlight. When it moved, it bent space itself. The air didn’t vibrate. It submitted.Pamela collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, gasping.“Don’t look at it,” Marcu
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 138
Kael wasn’t breathing.Not because he couldn’t—but because something inside him had frozen.Not fear. Not confusion.Recognition.A truth buried for lifetimes had just opened its eyes inside him.The Tribunal’s final weapon hovered behind him, pulsing with raw, ancient energy. The battlefield crackled beneath their feet. Elias stood a few paces away, strangely calm, arms crossed, eyes on Kael like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.Pamela was kneeling beside Marcus, who was barely conscious, his skin still shifting under the aftershock of Kael’s unleashed power. Neither of them spoke. They couldn’t. Something bigger than all of them had just cracked open the sky.Kael took a slow step forward, and then another.And then it hit him.A rush of heat behind his eyes. Pressure in his chest. The world bent sideways, and—He dropped.Darkness.Except it wasn’t empty.Flashes. Slices of memory, jagged and violent, began tearing through his mind.A voice echoed across the space inside
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 139
The wind changed.It wasn’t a gust. It wasn’t even wind in the way they knew it.It was as if the air itself was panicking. Like the very molecules wanted to flee.Above them, the sky wasn’t just dark anymore—it was splitting. Not like a crack. No lightning. No thunder. It was peeling. The stars bent unnaturally, as if a god’s hand was pulling the curtain of reality back to reveal what hid behind it.And whatever that thing was—it was coming through.Kael stood in the center of the shattered ground, still, his eyes fixed on the sky. His breathing had slowed. His hands were no longer shaking.The Tribunal—the all-powerful force that had chased him across lifetimes—suddenly… backed away.Literally.Their faceless enforcers lowered their weapons.Their shimmering cloaked elders turned their heads up.And without a word… they vanished.Gone.No retreat orders. No final words. Just silence, and then—absence.Pamela stumbled forward, blood still fresh on her temple, her voice tight. “What t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 140
The wind had stopped.There was no sound anymore. Not even the sound of their own breathing.The sky—if it could still be called that—was cracked wide open, like glass that had been dropped from the heavens. Beyond it, darkness churned. Not empty darkness, but alive. Moving. Watching.Kael stood at the edge of it all, his fists clenched, his pulse thundering in his ears.He had faced monsters. Gods. His own brother. Himself.But nothing… nothing had ever made him feel like this.Not until now.Because they weren’t just coming.They were here.From the breach in the sky, shapes descended.Not ships.Not beings.Not anything that made sense.They shimmered and shifted, like liquid shadows draped in light. Their forms refused to settle. No eyes, no mouths—just moving, breathing erasure. Wherever they passed, the world disappeared. Ground dissolved. Stone turned to vapor. Even the memory of what was there—gone.Not broken. Erased.Pamela took a slow step back. Her lips parted, but no soun
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 141
The wind didn’t blow anymore.It screamed.Ash spiraled across the broken terrain. Skies split open with fractures of violet light. The land trembled beneath Kael’s boots, every vibration humming with the arrival of something older than war.And then… the silence shattered.The Eradicators came.Not by foot. Not by ship. They tore through the sky—like thoughts breaking through memory. Their bodies were shadows sewn from screams. Long limbs. Hollow faces. No eyes. No sound.Just presence.Kael stepped forward, feeling the pull in his chest. His power—a strange, burning ache just behind his ribcage—stirred like it was alive.“They’re faster than before,” Marcus muttered, gripping his reinforced axe.“They’re smarter too,” Pamela said, eyes locked ahead. Her skin shimmered faintly now, laced with streaks of light pulsing beneath it. The change hadn’t stopped. It was still evolving her. Breaking her. Making her something else.Kael didn’t speak.He didn’t need to.Because he felt the shif
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 142
The wind had no voice.But inside Kael’s head—it screamed.He stood there, sword lowered, shoulders tight, jaw clenched. The battlefield around him was still, for now. The ashes had settled. The sky no longer bled light. But inside him… the storm hadn’t stopped.Selene’s voice had come from that thing. That… thing.A trick. A manipulation. A tactic.Right?“You heard it,” Kael muttered.Marcus and Pamela exchanged a look. Neither of them answered immediately.“Kael,” Pamela finally said, stepping closer. “We all heard it.”“But not like I did,” Kael said, eyes haunted. “It wasn’t just a voice. It was her. The way she used to say my name. The hesitation. The warmth. It—” He shook his head violently. “It wasn’t possible.”Pamela touched his arm gently. “You know what this war does. You know what the Eradicators are capable of.”Kael’s eyes flicked to her hand, then to her face.“You’re afraid of me,” he said.“No,” she replied—too quickly.He gave a broken laugh. “You should be.”Marcus
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 143
The sky never stopped burning.And still, it was nothing compared to what Kael felt inside.His breath came in ragged bursts as he stood between Pamela and Marcus—one barely holding on to her shifting form, the other crouched low with darkness licking up his veins. The battlefield wasn’t silent. It groaned with the weight of the impossible.Kael turned to Elias, his voice rough. “Talk. Now.”Elias didn’t move at first. He just stared into the horizon like something bigger was coming. Something they weren’t ready for.Kael grabbed him by the collar. “You said you wanted the truth. Then give it.”Elias’s eyes flicked to his hand, then back to Kael’s face.“The Architect,” he said quietly, “was never a god. Never a ruler. It didn’t want to conquer. It wanted to reset.”Pamela stumbled forward, trembling. Her skin flickered—first pale, then metallic, then almost transparent. She gasped as her knees buckled.Kael caught her before she hit the ground.“Pamela?” His voice cracked. “Hey. Stay
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 144
The air was wrong.It felt thin and sharp, like breathing in broken glass.Kael stood still, muscles tensed, eyes fixed on the flickering horizon. The sky itself looked like it had been torn apart and taped back together—only the pieces didn’t fit. Static bled across the clouds. Shapes twisted unnaturally above. The battlefield they had just fought on was no longer even land. It shimmered like pixels on a corrupted screen.“It’s starting,” Elias muttered.Pamela pressed one hand against a broken wall, her breathing short. “What the hell is this? What’s happening to the world?”Marcus leaned against a console, his jaw clenched. “I don’t know. But this… this isn’t just collapse. It’s something else.”Kael closed his eyes for half a second.It wasn’t destruction.It wasn’t invasion.It wasn’t cleansing.It was rewriting.They weren’t going to be killed.They were going to be replaced.Erased. Every memory. Every breath. Every piece of them. As if they had never existed in the first place
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Chapter 180
Silence.True silence.Not the kind filtered through machinery, not the absence of war sounds or collapsing timelines—but the kind of quiet that could only exist at the beginning of something untouched. Primal. Absolute.Kael opened his eyes.He was lying on his back, on something soft and strange. It wasn’t soil. It wasn’t stone. It was…light. A field of pale gold light, rippling like water but solid under his weight. Above him, a sky stretched vast and endless—unscarred by war, unsinged by battle, unmarred by the brutal echoes of ancient beings.He sat up.His chest didn’t feel heavy.No tether. No Architect’s grip. No cradle coils wrapped around his thoughts. For the first time in what felt like a thousand lifetimes, Kael could breathe—really breathe. He inhaled, and the air tasted like starsong. Like something blooming at the edge of time.He wasn’t alone.Footsteps approached softly, and when he turned, his breath caught in his throat.Selene.Whole. Solid. Real.No glitching. No
Chapter 179
The chamber had become a battlefield of the mind and time alike.Everything was breaking.Reality fractured in bursts of golden static, light unraveling like frayed cloth. The Cradle—the biomechanical heart of a forgotten universe—was screaming. Its walls warped and twisted as timelines collided. Each pulse of the Cradle’s death-throes sent shockwaves into the very structure of existence. What was once a throne of infinite memory had become the last stand of the Architect.The Final Architect.A being no longer contained by form. It existed as code, concept, virus. Its fractured body hovered above the platform, leaking corrupted data that glowed with ancient sigils—symbols of power that predated even the stars.And Kael stood before it.His breath burned in his chest. Every nerve was fire.Behind him stood Selene, now merged, anchored by Pamela’s sacrifice—but still volatile, barely stabilized. Her aura shimmered with alternating pulses of every timeline she had once lived. Her finger
Chapter 178
The light hadn’t faded.It pulsed—loud as thunder, silent as death.Kael stood frozen, breathless, his hand still outstretched toward the woman he had once mourned, once damned a galaxy to revive. Selene—real, broken, reborn—was before him. But as the Cradle began to collapse around them, it was no longer just her he saw.It was everyone she had been.All versions. All timelines. All echoes.And Pamela… she hadn’t vanished.Not entirely.The moment the Merge Protocol initiated, time folded inward and outward at once. Kael had watched, helpless, as Pamela’s outline blurred into radiant strands of data—ribbons of memory, emotion, and cognition streaming into Selene’s fragmented shell. It was supposed to end her. To obliterate her thread and anchor Selene’s.But something had gone wrong.Or maybe… terribly right.Pamela survived.Her body lay at the center of the Cradle’s fusion chamber, motionless—but alive. Her skin was marked with glowing sigils, her veins pulsed with energy not nativ
Chapter 177
There was a silence so vast it swallowed thought itself.Inside the shattered core of the Cradle of Tomorrow, time had fractured again. Pieces of broken timelines spiraled like ribbons around the chamber, glimmering with unstable light. The ship no longer existed. The team stood adrift in what looked like a cathedral woven from memory and potential—echoes of what could have been, and warnings of what might still come.Kael stood in the center of the distortion, his breath shallow.And then she stepped from the rift.Selene.But not his Selene.This Selene wore armor forged from black light and living metal. Her eyes burned with a cold fire, and across her forehead ran a seam of pulsing energy—like someone had tried to split her mind in half and rebuild her. She walked with the precision of a soldier, and behind her followed an army of spectral machines—silent, obedient, haunting.Kael took a step forward. “Selene?”Her gaze fixed on him, but there was no recognition. Just calculation.
Chapter 176
They should have never come inside.Pamela pressed her back to a shifting wall that pulsed with fractured data, her breath ragged. The sphere around them—the broken remains of the cradle—no longer obeyed the laws of space or time. Each corridor was a paradox, every turn bleeding into memory, regret, and nightmare.Kael had vanished into the heart of the fracture. Elias was gone. The team was splintered, scattered across a maze of decaying timelines.And something was hunting them.Pamela gripped her weapon tighter. It was flickering—glitching—just like the rest of this cursed place. She wasn’t sure if it would even fire. The air around her smelled like burning ozone and old tears. Static buzzed in her ears, and each step forward pulled her deeper into impossible versions of herself.A low growl echoed through the corridor. Footsteps—hers.And then she saw her.She stepped from the shadows like a ghost resurrected. Same face. Same body. But everything else was… wrong.The other Pamela
Chapter 175
There was no sky. No ground. Only the raw scream of silence, and the crackling echo of something ancient being torn open.Kael’s body hit the ground hard—if it could even be called ground. It was slick with flickering energy, like broken glass floating in liquid light. His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts. His ribs ached. Blood—real or not—spilled down his mouth. But he was alive.Barely.The cradle chamber was gone. What remained was a twisted, spiraling shell of it—a shattered skeleton of cables, scorched steel, and pulsing fragments of core logic that flickered like dying stars overhead. The explosion had torn through the room like a god’s scream, and now everything—the walls, the gravity, even time itself—felt… fractured.Kael groaned as he tried to sit up. Every nerve in his body screamed in protest. Something wasn’t right. Something was missing.No—someone.Elias.The name barely passed through Kael’s lips, cracked and hoarse. “Elias…”There was no answer.Only a low, rhythmi
Chapter 174
The cold steel of the cradle chamber felt alien to Elias, its walls vibrating with the hum of old technology that should have been long forgotten. He could almost hear the ghosts of the past, the whispered voices of those who had built it, echoing through the air. A place of birth, a place of death.His boots echoed against the floor as he entered, the familiar darkness enveloping him. He was alone now. The loop had finally released him, a cruel but necessary finality. He could feel the weight of the decision pressing against his chest, suffocating him. Elias had fought it for centuries. He had delayed it. He had sought other ways. But there was no escaping it now.Kael was here—at the center of the chamber, caught between two versions of himself.Elias took another step forward, his gaze fixed on Kael. The man was standing motionless, his broad frame silhouetted by the soft, pulsating light that emanated from the cradle. But Kael wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were locked on somethi
Chapter 173
The cradle was no longer crumbling.It was evolving.What had once been a memory chamber had become something else—a biomechanical cathedral of thought and design, its walls pulsing like veins, lit by a cold blue glow. The team stood suspended in a massive atrium where stars flickered across the ceiling like blinking thoughts.Kael staggered forward, blinking sweat from his eyes. His limbs felt heavier with every second, not because of fatigue—but because reality was pressing down on him.No, not reality. Truth.Selene stood before him—not a ghost this time, not just a fragment of the archive—but a stabilized echo of who she had once been. “This place is rewriting everything,” she said softly. “It’s deciding what should exist. What should survive.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t come here to choose what survives. I came to stop the Architect.”A soft hum spread through the cradle, as if it were amused.And then it spoke.“Incorrect.”The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. Not me
Chapter 172
Kael stood at the center of the cradle, his fingers still pressed against its shimmering surface. A hum vibrated through his bones—low, old, and impossibly alive.And then the world cracked.Not with sound. Not with movement. But with time itself.No.No, no, no.This wasn’t how it was supposed to work.The cradle pulsed, and suddenly, they were falling—falling backward through fractured years.Pamela blinked, disoriented, as the biomechanical walls twisted and reshaped. Gone was the metal, the flesh-like structure. Now, they stood in a vision.A memory.Marcus staggered forward. “What the hell is this?”Kael didn’t answer. His breath hitched.Before them was a room—a nursery, soft light pouring in from a cracked window. A child stood at the center. A small boy, maybe five or six, with dark eyes and a solemn face.Kael whispered, “That’s… me.”But something was wrong.A tall figure knelt beside the boy. It wasn’t a parent. It wasn’t a caretaker. It was the Architect—young, smiling, hu
