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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
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 156
The door closed behind them with a heavy, final echo.Pamela stood frozen in the silence, eyes darting around the massive chamber they had just entered. The space was nothing like the rest of the station. It wasn’t dark, it wasn’t cold, and it didn’t feel abandoned.It felt… sacred.Soft light poured from glowing panels embedded into the walls, casting a golden hue across everything. Dust hovered midair, unmoving—as if even time refused to touch this room.Marcus walked beside her, moving slowly, almost reverently. “This doesn’t look like a prison.”“No,” Pamela murmured, “it doesn’t.”The room stretched far ahead. Towering arches lined both sides like the halls of some ancient cathedral. Beneath their feet, the floor wasn’t metal—it was stone. Carved. Inscribed with strange symbols she didn’t understand, yet somehow recognized.Everything about the place screamed one truth louder than any whisper:This wasn’t built to hold Kael.It was built to remember him.—Elias trailed behind th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter 157
The corridors twisted beneath the station like veins. Cold. Breathing. Whispering things Elias pretended not to hear.He walked alone.Not because he wanted to.Because something inside him said he had to.Pamela and Marcus didn’t notice when he slipped away. Good. They were too distracted by the mural of Kael—a king painted in gold and shadow, crowned not in glory, but in fear.But Elias knew.He had always known.This wasn’t just about Kael anymore.It never was.The hallway narrowed. The walls began to hum, and the air turned strange, thick like it was made of old memories. The light overhead flickered, casting long shadows that didn’t match his steps.Then he heard it.A voice.It wasn’t speaking words.It was whispering… guilt.And it was his.He came to a door made of black glass and silver bones. It pulsed once. And then—without a sound—it opened for him.Only him.The room inside was small. Circular. Like a forgotten chamber in a forgotten temple.At the center was a crystal—h
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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
Chapter 167
The stars were wrong.Not just unfamiliar—wrong.They shimmered in unfamiliar clusters, their patterns twisted like a scrambled map. Entire constellations gone. Others, burned brighter than they ever had in any known sky. The alien ship hummed quietly, adrift in silence as the universe shifted around it.Pamela sat by the viewport, knees pulled to her chest, watching those stars flicker like the dying embers of a fire she couldn’t name.She hadn’t said a word since they passed through the collapsing Archive. Since Marcus vanished in that flash of white light. Since Kael collapsed in the corridor, too exhausted to speak, too weak to even move.Now he lay in the stasis chamber—eyes shut, skin pale, body barely alive.And Pamela couldn’t tell if they had saved him…Or just carried the ghost of something worse.“Anything?” she asked, not looking up.Elias stood behind her, arms crossed. His face unreadable. “The ship’s still recalibrating. This isn’t the same universe.”Pamela’s head tilt
Chapter 166
The walls of the Archive began to twist.Not crumble—twist.Time peeled away in sheets, collapsing inward as the group ran, each step falling on ground that might not exist in the next breath. Fragments of timelines flickered all around them—ghostly versions of themselves trapped in loops, echoes of choices they never made screaming like haunted shadows.Pamela grunted as another burst of gravity cracked the hallway open. “Move, move, move!”Marcus was limping behind her, his arm torn and shoulder blackened with some kind of residue from the Warborn’s psychic bleed. “I’m trying! I only have one functioning leg right now!”Kael stumbled, hand gripping the corridor’s wall as it rippled under his fingers like water. He could feel the Archive rejecting them—like it knew they didn’t belong anymore. His entire body hummed, sparking faint pulses of energy that didn’t feel like his own.Selene’s form hovered beside him—bright, fading, flickering.She wasn’t running.She wasn’t solid.“Kael!”
Chapter 165
The chamber pulsed with dying light.Kael stood in the center, swaying like a man on the edge of drowning. His body crackled with unstable energy—residual sparks from the Warborn still peeling off him like pieces of an old skin. His breaths were sharp, ragged, like each inhale was trying to convince his lungs they still belonged to him.Across from him, she stood.Selene.But not the same.Her form shimmered—less a solid person, more a flame made of memory and presence. Her hair drifted like smoke, her eyes glowing with the same soft defiance he remembered. But her voice, when she spoke, wasn’t just sound—it was feeling.“You pulled me back,” she whispered. “Through pain. Through everything.”Kael stepped forward, his legs heavy. “You… I saw you die.”“I did,” she said. “But not all of me went with it.”Pamela watched from behind him, frozen in awe and disbelief. “How… is this even possible?”Selene turned her gaze to her, smiling faintly. “Because he never let go. Kael refused to for
Chapter 164
The Archive was burning from the inside out.Not with fire—but with collapsing timelines, pulsing memories, fractured light. Every wall breathed with images too fast to process—Kael’s pasts, his futures, twisted and overlapping in a storm of identity.And at the center of it all stood Kael—or what was left of him.One half darkened by the Warborn’s presence. Cold, hollow-eyed. Fingers curled like blades of glass. The other side—his side—trembled, flickering, as though it was being overwritten pixel by pixel.Pamela didn’t wait for permission.She sprinted toward the central console.“Pamela!” Elias barked. “Don’t you dare—”“I’m not losing him again!”The Archive tried to reject her. The control panel was alive, wired to Kael’s neural stream. It surged with volatile energy. She bit back a scream as pain lanced through her arm—veins lit up with neon fire.Still, she didn’t let go.“I can stabilize him,” she gasped. “I have to anchor his memory. Give him a reason to stay who he is.”“Yo
Chapter 163
Kael’s knees hit the floor first.Then his hands.Then his breath—ragged, slipping, strangled in his throat.The Archive trembled around him, colors bending where they shouldn’t exist, time distorting into knots of light. The energy in the room was crushing. It wasn’t pain—it was something worse.Unmaking.Pamela screamed. “Kael!”He could barely lift his head.The Warborn stood over him, not gloating. Not laughing. Just calm. Focused. His hand hovered inches above Kael’s chest. Tendrils of dark light stretched out from his palm—threading into Kael’s ribs like wires.“You feel that?” the Warborn murmured. “The unraveling? That’s your soul, Kael. Peeling apart. Making room for me.”Kael gritted his teeth, hands clawing at the floor, dragging himself back inch by inch.“I… won’t let you.”The Warborn leaned closer. “You already are.”Across the room, Marcus was on the ground, convulsing. His fingers clawed at his head, eyes wide open but seeing too many things at once.“No… I’m not supp
Chapter 162
Kael stared at himself.Not a mirror. Not a reflection. Not some symbolic ghost of who he might have become. No—this was real.He was staring into the eyes of himself—a version untouched by Selene’s compassion, unbroken by Elias’s betrayals, unbent by loss. A version born not from survival, but domination. A creature sharpened by war and polished in darkness.The Warborn Kael smiled. It wasn’t a smirk or a grin—it was something hollow, something stretched across a face that had forgotten how to feel.“I used to think you were the worst of us,” he said quietly, walking in slow, measured steps. “The soft one. The one who got too close to the fire and came back afraid of the heat.”Kael clenched his fists. “I’m not afraid.”“No,” the Warborn said. “But you’ve become… inconvenient.”Pamela stepped in front of Kael before he could respond, her weapon raised.“Back away from him,” she warned. “I don’t care what version of Kael you are. You’re not touching him.”The Warborn tilted his head.
