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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 150
The world was ending again.Not with screams.Not with violence.But with silence.A deep, aching silence that swallowed everything it touched.The Core split wide open, like a wound too deep to heal.Cracks raced across the ground, splitting the ancient stone.Timelines—thousands, millions of them—collapsed into each other, folding in on themselves like dying stars.Colors bled from the sky.The ground shook under Kael’s feet.And still, he stood.In the center of it all.In the center of the ruin he had chosen.The Architect’s form flickered in front of him.Once a towering figure of strength and control, it was now crumbling—breaking apart at the seams.Memory shards peeled off his body, floating like dying embers into the empty void around them.“No,” the Architect rasped, voice splintering.“No, this is wrong. We were supposed to be one.”Kael said nothing at first.He just stared.Tired.Unflinching.The golden light in his veins still burned, searing through every twisted lie t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 151
The world had gone silent.Too silent.Pamela stumbled through the broken landscape, her boots kicking up gray dust where once there had been life, battle, and chaos. Now… there was nothing. No screaming. No roaring sky. No Tribunal soldiers. No Eradicators.It was as if they had all been erased from existence.Beside her, Marcus limped heavily, one arm wrapped tight around his middle where blood still stained his torn jacket. His face was pale, jaw clenched against the pain.Elias trailed behind them, looking more like a shadow than a man, his face set in cold indifference.But Kael…Kael was nowhere to be seen.Pamela’s heart twisted painfully with every step she took, her mind screaming at her to turn around, to look harder, to find him. But there was only scorched earth and crumbling ruins.“He’s gone,” Marcus said, voice raw and broken. “He didn’t make it.”Pamela shook her head violently, chest heaving with denial.“No,” she rasped. “No. I don’t believe that.”Elias didn’t look
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 152
The night after the flickering heartbeat in the sky, sleep became impossible.Pamela sat by the dying fire, arms wrapped tight around herself, listening to the heavy silence that had fallen over their camp. The others slept in fitful shifts, if they slept at all.But Pamela couldn’t close her eyes.Because she kept hearing it.Selene’s voice.Whispered through the cracks in reality.Faint. Broken. Almost like static.But it was her.“Find him,” the whisper said.“Bring him home.”Pamela pressed her hands to her temples, trying to block it out, but it only grew louder the harder she tried. It wasn’t madness. It wasn’t grief.It was Selene.It was real.As the second sun rose weakly over the broken city, Marcus stumbled to her side, rubbing his face tiredly.“You look like hell,” he muttered.Pamela didn’t bother answering. She just stared into the gray morning.After a few minutes, Marcus spoke again, voice low and hesitant.“I saw him.”Pamela stiffened, heart pounding painfully again
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 153
The broken vessel loomed like a wounded beast in the middle of the wreckage.Its skin was charred, its engines dead, and its halls twisted by war and time.But it still breathed.Faintly.Waiting.Pamela ran her hand along the cracked hull, feeling the static in the air dance against her fingertips.“This thing’s barely holding together,” Marcus said, kicking a piece of shattered plating across the dusty ground.“How the hell do you plan on flying it?”Pamela glanced at Elias.He was standing a little apart from them, arms crossed, staring at the ship with a strange, unreadable look.Almost… familiarity.Pamela pushed her worry down and turned back to Marcus.“We don’t have a choice,” she said. “This is the only ship left that might get us to where Kael is.”Marcus shook his head, muttering something under his breath, but he followed her anyway as they pried open the battered side hatch.Inside, it was worse.The corridors bent at impossible angles, the walls flickered with broken hol
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 154
The jump ripped through reality, hurling the Ship of the Damned into the void between stars.Pamela staggered against the control panel as the vessel shuddered violently, alarms screaming across the bridge.“We’re here!” Marcus shouted over the noise, steadying himself with one hand on the wall. “Wherever the hell ‘here’ is!”The turbulence stopped.Suddenly—everything was still.Silent.Heavy.Pamela straightened, her heart hammering painfully in her chest.Outside the cracked viewports, a dead star hung in the blackness.It wasn’t shining.It wasn’t burning.It was broken.A jagged mass of collapsed light and ash, pulsing weakly, barely alive.The remnants of a sun that had been dying for a long, long time.Orbiting it was a structure.At first, Pamela thought it was an asteroid—until she saw the faint glint of metal beneath the dust.A station.Massive.Ancient.Twisting like a spine around the corpse of the star.Elias leaned forward in his seat, eyes narrowing.“I know this place
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 155
The station’s walls breathed around them.At least—that’s what it felt like.Pamela pressed herself against the nearest bulkhead, heart pounding.The metal was warm.Almost…alive.Marcus swore under his breath, waving his scanner wildly in the stale air.“This place is wrong,” he said, voice tight. “Physics doesn’t work here. Time doesn’t work here.”Pamela didn’t need him to tell her that.She saw it with her own eyes.As they moved forward, the corridors twisted and shimmered, like heat rising off broken asphalt.Images flickered against the walls—visions that bled into reality.There—A boy running across red sand.Laughter that wasn’t quite human.Buildings made of bone and starlight.Pamela stopped in her tracks, staring.It was Kael.But not the Kael she knew.Not the man who fought wars and bled for them.This boy—he was different.His eyes burned too bright. His skin shimmered faintly, like he wasn’t made for Earth at all.Pamela staggered backward, her mind reeling.“What is
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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
