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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 145
Kael stood in silence, staring at the console.The screen had gone black. But the data hadn’t stopped pouring in.Something was still running. Still uploading.Pamela leaned over the interface, eyes scanning the flickering code. “It’s… it’s not just a message,” she said, voice tight. “It’s a compressed archive. A memory core.”Marcus stepped closer. “Memory core? Like… recorded thoughts?”Pamela shook her head slowly. “Not thoughts. Lives. An entire chunk of Selene’s consciousness—locked and buried inside that last file.”Elias tilted his head slightly. “A memory bomb.”Kael barely heard them.The second the system triggered, he’d felt it. Deep. Buried. Like something inside his chest had cracked open.The memory surged.And he fell.He wasn’t in the ruined city anymore.He was there.In the past.Selene stood in front of him—hair shorter, eyes sharper, clothes stained with dirt and blood. She was inside the Tribunal stronghold, walking halls Kael had never seen. Her face was hard, un
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 146
The world was broken.Kael could feel it under his boots with every step. The ground wasn’t just crumbling—it was rewriting itself. One second, he was walking over cracked stone, and the next, he was stepping through rivers of frozen light. Then, clouds. Then, something he couldn’t even describe.They were close.Too close.Pamela stumbled behind him, clutching her head. Her skin flickered between flesh and something else—something transparent, almost spectral.Marcus wasn’t doing any better. He kept glancing around, confused, whispering things that didn’t make sense.Kael slowed down, trying to steady them with his voice. “Stay close. Focus.”Pamela blinked hard, as if trying to drag herself back to reality. “I… I can’t tell what’s real anymore.”Marcus stumbled against a wall made of what looked like black glass. His breath came in harsh, shallow pants. “I keep… jumping. One second we’re here, the next—I’m somewhere else.”Kael reached out, steadying Marcus with a firm hand. The pul
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 147
The ground felt wrong under Kael’s boots.It looked like Earth—the cracked streets, the hollow buildings, the faded billboards fluttering in nonexistent wind—but none of it was real. He could feel it deep in his bones.The weight of memories that didn’t belong.The pull of a reality stitched together from lies.Still, he moved forward, every step heavier than the last.There was no sky above him.No sun.No stars.Only a swirling, endless darkness, a thick, suffocating void that pressed down on him until every breath felt like dragging knives through his lungs.His heart pounded louder than his footsteps.Each beat an echo that didn’t quite belong to him.Something was waiting for him.Something patient.Something inevitable.And he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet it.A figure stood in the middle of the empty road ahead.Kael slowed, muscles coiled tight, eyes narrowing.The figure turned.And Kael almost stopped breathing.It was… him.But not him.This Kael wore miner’s clothes, dust-
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 148
The broken mirrors floated in the blackness, endless and sharp.Each one showed a different Kael.A different life.A different end.Kael stood still, breathing hard, heart hammering so loud it felt like it shook the ground beneath him.He wasn’t sure where he was anymore.Was this still a trial?Or was it already a judgment?A slow sound echoed through the dark—like something ancient moving, waking.Footsteps.Steady.Unhurried.The Architect emerged from the shifting mirrors.No longer just a shadow.Not just an echo.A man.A god.A future.Kael’s stomach twisted as he stared.He was looking at himself.At what he could become.At what he would become—if he made the wrong choice.The Architect’s presence bent the air around him. Every breath Kael took felt heavier, harder, like the world itself was struggling to exist beside him.“You don’t get it yet,” the Architect said.His voice was deep, calm, almost gentle.It made Kael’s skin crawl.“You weren’t stolen, Kael. You weren’t for
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 149
The Core shuddered around them.The once-shining mirrors splintered into a thousand bleeding shards, floating through the void like broken stars.The ground wasn’t ground anymore—it was memory and regret and a thousand forgotten dreams, crumbling beneath Kael’s boots.The air trembled.The world held its breath.Kael stood at the center of it all.One hand lifted.One hand almost touching the Architect’s.Almost.But not yet.Not quite.Every muscle in Kael’s body screamed to move. To act. To choose.But the weight of it—the weight of everything—kept him frozen.Across the shattered field, through the swirling fog of destruction, two broken figures stumbled forward.Pamela.Marcus.Blood coated Pamela’s hand, sticky and dark as she pressed it hard against her ribs. Her steps faltered, but she didn’t stop.Marcus’s arm was locked around her shoulders, dragging her forward, his face grim, battered, but alive.Together, they pushed through the storm, like two small lights refusing to die
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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
Chapter 171
The moment the alien ship touches the surface of the sentient sphere, everything dissolves.Not explodes. Not breaks. Dissolves.Metal and memory, air and breath, time and direction—all of it melts into fluid motion. Pamela screams, but no sound comes. Marcus reaches for Kael, but his hand phases through him like mist. Elias doesn’t flinch. He simply closes his eyes, like he expected this.And then—they awaken.Not in the ship. Not on a planet. Somewhere else.Kael opens his eyes first. He’s lying in a chamber that isn’t a room, but a thought. The walls pulse with faint light—living, breathing tissue wrapped in wires that hum with emotion more than energy. Everything is curved, smooth, organic. The walls rearrange themselves every few seconds, like they can’t decide on one shape.A voice—not a person—greets him inside his head.“Welcome, Origin.”Kael’s breath catches. The others wake around him. Pamela is still catching her breath. Marcus clutches his chest, blinking fast, like he sa
Chapter 170
The stars stretched like threads of gold, warping with each pulse of the dying ship’s core.Kael stood at the viewport, his reflection darkened by the swirling void outside. His face was calm. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of calm that came from peace. It was the kind that came from acceptance—that something terrible was waiting on the other side.Behind him, the ship groaned. The fabric of reality buzzed as the vessel passed into another layer of fractured time.Pamela was the first to break the silence.“Kael,” she said, her voice soft, tired, “where are we going?”Kael didn’t answer right away.He stared at the glowing coordinates hovering in the center of the screen. The numbers didn’t make sense. They weren’t directions. They were equations. The language of endings.“The origin,” he said finally. “The first place time broke.”Marcus limped into the room behind her, leaning against the wall, breath shallow. He looked… different.Since their encounter at the archive, something insid
Chapter 169
The ground beneath the sanctuary still trembled.Cracks split through the crystalline floor of the temple. The dying star above them flared again, dimmer this time. Its pulse had changed—no longer steady. Now… irregular. Panicked.Kael stood at the edge of the sanctuary balcony, staring at the thing taking shape in the sky.It wasn’t a ship.It wasn’t alive.It was a knot in time itself—a shadow formed from a thousand dead timelines, stitched together by memory, regret, and vengeance.He couldn’t look at it too long. Every time he tried, he saw things that didn’t exist. Selene’s voice. Elias’s death. His own hands soaked in blood he hadn’t spilled yet.Marcus sat on the floor behind him, head bowed, chest rising shallowly. Pamela crouched beside him, checking his pulse, whispering reassurances she didn’t fully believe.“You okay?” she asked gently.“No,” Marcus muttered. “But you already knew that.”Kael turned, just as another ripple shook the foundation.And then… the air shifted.C
Chapter 168
The ship jolted forward as it pierced through the edge of known physics.Space didn’t fold around them. It cracked—like glass, shattering against the hull. The alien vessel whined with effort, its strange core pulsing in response to the coordinates Selene had left behind.Pamela sat strapped into the command seat, her eyes locked on the main screen. Around her, the stars stretched unnaturally—colors shifting into hues the human eye wasn’t made to process. She felt her heartbeat in her teeth.“Where are we going?” Marcus asked from behind her, still bandaged, still limping.Kael’s voice came from the shadows. Calm. Cold. “To a star that never died.”The ship shuddered as the coordinates resolved—and suddenly, there was silence. Utter, impossible silence. Before them, suspended in the void like a beating heart, was a dying star cloaked in swirling clouds of radiation. It pulsed slowly. Like it was alive.Elias stepped beside Kael, gaze narrowed. “This… isn’t mapped. It’s outside the cha
