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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Three
The vault loomed before them, an unbroken wall of steel and secrets.Dust coated its surface, thick and undisturbed, as if time itself had sealed it shut. The air in the room was stale, heavy with the weight of something long buried. Something forgotten.Kael stood motionless, flashlight in one hand, blade in the other. He didn’t trust silence—not in a place like this.Not when it belonged to him.Marcus let out a low whistle, running his fingers over the reinforced metal. “Whoever built this didn’t want anyone getting inside.”Selene stood a few steps behind, arms crossed, her gaze sharp. “Including you?”Kael didn’t answer.Because he didn’t know.The realization clawed at the back of his mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He had spent the last decade moving through shadows, controlling every step of his life, every decision. He was meticulous, precise. He didn’t leave loose ends.And yet—this vault.This place.It was here, hidden in one of his own safe houses, and he had no me
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Four
The vault was still open, but Kael wasn’t looking at the files anymore.He was staring at one name.Elias.The name felt foreign now. Like something from a life that wasn’t his anymore.But that wasn’t the problem.The problem was that Elias was dead.Kael had buried him.Had watched the dirt cover the coffin. Had stood there, staring at the grave, knowing there was no coming back.But now…Now, his name was here.Inside a vault Kael didn’t remember building.The weight in his chest wasn’t shock.It was realization.Because if Elias’s name was buried in these files, tied to a past Kael didn’t even recognize—Then this wasn’t just about Kael anymore.It never had been.Selene Demands AnswersSelene didn’t take her eyes off him.She had seen Kael fight. Had seen him kill without hesitation, had seen him tear apart his enemies without blinking.But now?Now, he wasn’t moving.He was stuck in place.Like the name on that page had ripped something out of him.Selene’s patience snapped.She
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Five
Kael sat alone in the safe house, his fingers absently turning the bloodstained dog tag over and over in his palm.The metal was worn. The letters carved into it were faded.Elias.He exhaled slowly. He didn’t remember this.Didn’t remember when Elias had last worn this.Didn’t remember how it had ended up here.But most of all—he didn’t remember why it was covered in fresh blood.Kael had spent years burying pieces of his past.But now, for the first time, he was realizing that someone else had done it for him.And if this war was about uncovering the truth…Then he had already lost.Marcus’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re thinking too hard.”Kael glanced up. Marcus was watching him carefully. Not like a subordinate. Not like an ally.Like someone who knew what was coming.“You think I haven’t already figured it out?” Marcus continued. “The reason Deep Space keeps coming at you, the reason the unknown faction won’t leave you alone, the reason Mr. Black is playing games?”Kael
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Six
Kael sat in the darkened safe house, staring at the message on his phone.A location. No name. No instructions. Just coordinates.Mr. Black was finally ready to talk.Marcus sat across from him, arms crossed, gaze sharp. “This could be a trap.”Kael exhaled, slipping his gun into his holster. “It’s always a trap.”Selene leaned against the doorway, arms folded. She had barely spoken since last night. Since Kael had finally said it.Since he had finally admitted the truth neither of them were ready for.Elias was alive.And now, they were walking straight into the heart of the war he had been orchestrating from the shadows.Selene’s voice was quiet, but firm. “You’re still not telling me everything.”Kael met her gaze, unreadable. “You already know everything you need to.”Selene’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. Not yet.Marcus sighed, running a hand over his face. “All right. Let’s go meet the devil.”The Truth About Deep SpaceThe meeting point was an abandoned skyscraper, half
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Seven
Kael had been playing a game of shadows for weeks. Carefully moving. Countering. Controlling.But this—this was the moment everything spiraled out of his hands.Pamela was gone.Taken.And Kael had let it happen.The room around him blurred—the safe house, the screens flashing reports of Northland’s collapse, the faces of Marcus and Selene watching him carefully.None of it mattered.Because he had been so close.One step ahead of Deep Space. One step away from turning the war in his favor.And now?Now, they had ripped his leverage away.His hands pressed into the table, knuckles white. His mind wasn’t racing. It was calculating.Selene was the first to speak. “They didn’t take her to kill her.”Kael’s jaw clenched. He knew that.Selene continued, voice careful. “Whoever this new player is, they don’t want her as a bargaining chip.”Kael finally lifted his head, his gaze sharp. “Then what do they want?”Silence.Marcus exhaled. “You already know, man.”Kael did.But the answer wasn’t
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Forty Eight
A Past That Refuses to DieThe air was thick, suffocating with unspoken history. It pressed down on Kael’s skin, wrapping around his throat like unseen hands trying to strangle the breath from his lungs. It smelled of damp concrete and gunpowder, of things buried but never dead.And standing right in the center of it all—ten feet away—was a man Kael had buried years ago.Elias.Alive.Unshaken.And smirking, as if none of it mattered.Kael’s fingers twitched at his side, itching for his gun, but he resisted the urge. Not yet. First, he needed answers.Marcus and Selene stood like statues on either side of him. Neither spoke. Neither moved. This wasn’t their fight—not yet.This was between blood.Between ghosts.Kael’s voice was steady when he finally spoke, but the weight behind it was crushing. “Why?”The word wasn’t just a question—it was a wound, raw and gaping.Elias exhaled, as if this was all just another conversation. Another day. His smirk never wavered.“You’ll have to be mor
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
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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
