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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Nine
Gunfire ripped through the safe house like a storm of metal, shredding wood, punching deep into concrete, filling the air with dust and death. The walls groaned, bullet-riddled and crumbling, the floor littered with spent shells and fresh blood.Kael moved fast. Faster than he had in years.Shadows flickered in the chaos—Elias’s men, closing in like a tightening noose. They were trained, disciplined, cutting off exits with ruthless precision, herding them into a death trap.Marcus was bleeding. Badly.Selene crouched behind an overturned table, her aim razor-sharp, her shots clean and merciless. But even she couldn’t hold them back forever.“This isn’t a fight we win, Kael!” Marcus gritted out, his voice strained. His fingers were pressed to his side, but the blood seeped through, pooling dark and thick.Kael’s mind worked fast. Two exits—both compromised. Limited ammo. Marcus slowing down.They had minutes.Then, over the gunfire, a voice cut through. Calm. Amused.Elias.“You can st
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty
Pain settled at the base of Pamela’s skull, dull at first, but growing sharper with every breath. It wasn’t the kind of pain that faded—it lingered, pulsed, curled its way down her spine like a warning.She inhaled slowly, the air thick and metallic, tinged with something she couldn’t quite place. Blood? Rust? It didn’t matter. The cold steel chair beneath her was hard, unyielding. Her wrists were bound, tied firmly behind her back, but not tight enough to cut off circulation—not tight enough to torture.This wasn’t about pain.Not yet.This was about control.Pamela blinked against the blinding fluorescent light overhead. The room around her was a void—concrete walls, featureless except for the jagged cracks running through them like veins. No windows. No furniture. Just her, the light, and the suffocating weight of silence.Her captors weren’t amateurs.A street gang would have used rope. Someone desperate would have left marks, bruises, an obvious show of force.But these restraint
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifthy
Kael sat in the dim glow of the safe house, the overhead light flickering like a dying star. Shadows stretched long across the walls, swallowing the corners of the room in an eerie half-darkness.His fingers curled into a fist on the tabletop, the weight of Elias’s message pressing on his chest like a steel vice.“You can’t fight me, Kael. You never could.”The words weren’t just a taunt.They were a reminder.A reminder that Elias had always been three steps ahead. Always knew how to push Kael into a corner without even touching him.And now—Now, Elias had Pamela.Kael clenched his jaw, forcing himself to breathe through the frustration coiling in his chest.This wasn’t just a battle for Cresmont anymore.This was personal.The stale air pressed against him, thick with the scent of dust and old leather. Across the room, Selene leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. The tension in her stance was unmistakable.She had been quiet since they left Marcus at the underground
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Two
The drive back from Calloway’s safe house was silent, but the air between Kael and Selene was anything but.It was charged.A storm building between them, thick with unspoken words, with distrust, frustration, and the sharp edge of something dangerously close to betrayal.The hum of the engine filled the space, a poor substitute for the conversation they weren’t having. The city outside passed in a blur—dim streetlights casting fleeting shadows, flickering neon signs flashing against the wet pavement.Selene sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm against her sleeve. A movement so small, so subtle, but Kael felt it like a pulse against his skin.He knew that tension.Knew what it meant.And he knew, without even looking at her, that she wasn’t going to let this go.She was waiting. Letting him stew. Letting the silence stretch just long enough for it to become unbearable.And then, finally—“No more lies.”Kael exhaled through his nose, gri
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Three
Kael stood at the center of the safe house, unmoving, staring at the flickering screen before him.A string of coordinates glowed in the dim light, a sequence of numbers that might as well have been a death sentence.Elias’s stronghold.The place Kael had spent years trying to uncover. The fortress where Elias had rebuilt himself from the ground up, cloaked in shadows, untouchable. A sanctuary of secrets, a nest of vipers where every man inside was willing to die for him.And now, Kael knew exactly where to find it.He let out a slow breath, the weight of the moment pressing against his chest.Behind him, the safe house was eerily quiet. No hum of traffic, no distant sirens—just the subtle crackle of the monitor and the faint sound of Marcus shifting against the edge of the table.Marcus looked like hell. His shirt was torn, the fabric still stained with blood from the last mission. His face was pale, the edges of his wound just beginning to heal, but his hands remained steady.His vo
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Four
The night was too quiet.That kind of quiet that only came before a bloodbath.The wind howled through the valley, carrying the scent of damp earth, of steel, of something darker beneath. No chirping insects. No rustling trees. Just silence.It stretched over the hills like a waiting predator.Beyond the ridge, Elias’s fortress loomed—a grotesque combination of steel and concrete, fortified by shadows and secrets. The outer walls were built for war, lined with high-powered floodlights that sliced through the darkness, sweeping the grounds in slow, rhythmic patterns.Kael crouched low, his fingers pressing into the damp soil beneath his gloves. His breathing was measured, calculated. He had spent years trying to find this place.Now he had.And every instinct screamed that something was wrong.His eyes swept the compound. Armed patrols moved in predictable formations—guarding blind spots, covering exits. But there were too few of them.For a man like Elias—**a ghost who had stayed unto
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Five
Time slowed to a crawl.The sharp scent of gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the acrid stench of burning metal and blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears—short bursts of gunfire, the clash of bodies, the desperate shouts—but now, there was only silence. A silence heavier than the battlefield itself.He wasn’t breathing hard. He had trained himself not to.His grip on the gun remained firm, his body still locked in combat stance, every muscle coiled and ready. But something in his mind was already screaming what his body refused to acknowledge.This wasn’t a pause in the battle.The battle was already over.Kael had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean. There had been no desperate last stand, no brutal firefight, no bodies littering the floor in waves of resistance.From the moment they had stepped into the fortress, from the moment Pamela hadn’t been restrained, from the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but control them—It h
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifty Six
Time stretched thin, each second dragging, suffocating in its slowness.The sharp scent of gunpowder clung to the air, mixing with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. The echoes of battle still rang in Kael’s ears, the distant memory of gunfire and shouts reverberating through the walls. But now, there was only silence.Not the silence of peace.The silence of checkmate.Kael’s breath remained steady—years of training had drilled that into him. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t shift. His gun was still firm in his grip, his stance unwavering. But the moment his mind fully grasped what had happened, something inside him twisted.This wasn’t a lull in the fight.This was the end of it.And he hadn’t won.He had known, deep down, that it had been too easy. Too clean.From the moment they had stepped into this fortress. From the moment Pamela hadn’t been bound. From the moment Elias’s men hadn’t been trying to kill them—but rather control them.Every single step had been calculated.The enemy ha
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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
