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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy
Kael pushed himself upright, the weight of the blast still pressing down on him like an invisible force. Every muscle in his body ached, his limbs sluggish as he forced them to obey. His ears rang with a sharp, high-pitched whine, muting the chaos around him. The world was spinning—tilting dangerously—before snapping back into focus.Smoke thickened the air, curling in heavy, toxic waves that burned the inside of his throat with every breath. He could taste metal, gunpowder, something chemical and unnatural clinging to his tongue.The bunker was gone.Where there had once been a reinforced steel entrance, fortified by layers of encrypted clearance and armed guards, there was now only a smoldering crater. The explosion had torn through concrete and steel like paper, leaving behind jagged ruins that jutted from the earth like the skeletal remains of something long dead. Flames crackled, licking hungrily at the debris, throwing eerie shadows against the night.The destruction was absolut
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy one
The safe house was steeped in a heavy, suffocating silence. Not the kind that brought peace. The kind that warned of a storm about to break. Kael sat at the far end of the room, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared at the floor. His breathing was slow, controlled—but his mind wasn’t. “They were never after you… they were after him.” The words wouldn’t leave him. The bunker had been reduced to ash, but Kael still felt the fire. Not from the explosion. From the truth. And the truth was dangerous. Selene Selene stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. She had spent the last hour combing through every traceable database, every back-channel, every military archive. Nothing. Not a single report. Not a single whisper. It was as if the bunker, the explosion, the people inside it—never existed. And that only made things worse. Selene’s fingers tapped against her arm impatiently before she turned to Kael. “Okay,” she said, her voice controlled,
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Two
The silence wasn’t just silence anymore. It was a living, breathing thing, coiled tight around the room, pressing down on the walls, forcing itself into the spaces between them. It was the kind of silence that swallowed words whole, the kind that stretched out just long enough to make a person’s own thoughts feel like an unbearable weight.Kael’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. His pulse pounded against his skull, his mind turning over every possible scenario, every lie, every half-truth he had been fed. But no matter how many times he tried to force the puzzle pieces together, the picture never made sense.The war. The cover-ups. The erased history.For so long, he had believed he was the missing piece—the one loose thread that, if pulled, would unravel everything. He had spent years thinking that the ghosts of their past had come for him. That he was the one they wanted gone.But he wasn’t.It had never been about Kael.It had always been abo
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Three
The recording played through the silence like a funeral bell, each word sinking deep into the marrow of their bones.“They were never supposed to remember.”Kael’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t just the words that froze him. It was the voice. A voice he knew but couldn’t place. A voice that sounded like it had been stripped from the very fabric of his past, torn away like the pieces of himself he had never been able to reclaim.Selene’s finger hovered over the pause button, but no one told her to stop.“If they remember—if they ever start putting the pieces together—this entire operation is compromised.”The voice wasn’t just familiar. It was authoritative, cold, methodical. Someone who had been in control. Someone who had dictated their fate without them even knowing.Kael’s jaw tightened as the recording continued.“You understand what needs to be done. If Unit 12 or Unit 13 begins to show signs of remembering, we cannot afford hesitation. They are the most dangerous assets
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The War They Were Never Meant to Survive The silence that followed was heavier than any gunfire, thicker than any battlefield smoke. Kael didn’t blink. Couldn’t blink. His pulse pounded in his ears, but his body remained deathly still. There, on the screen, was the ghost that had shaped his entire existence. The man who had dictated his life from the shadows. The reason Kael had no past, no history, no self beyond what had been left behind in the ruins of erased memories. The third brother. The one they were never meant to find. And yet— He had found them. The man on the screen leaned back in his chair, his smile measured, his movements calculated. “Kael,” he repeated, voice smooth, familiar, laced with something almost mocking. “Elias. It’s been a long time.” No one spoke. No one dared to. Selene’s fingers were tight on her gun, knuckles white, her breath slow and controlled. Marcus’s usual sarcasm was gone, his expression unreadable. Pamela was watching the screen like
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Five
Kael’s grip tightened on his phone, the message burning into his vision like a brand.Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.Fourteen letters. Six words. One impossible choice.The room felt colder, smaller, like the walls were closing in. The video had already been bad enough—a long-lost brother revealing himself like some twisted god of fate—but this? This was a declaration. A war cry wrapped in a single demand.Kael’s pulse thundered in his ears, his breathing controlled but sharp. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to act, to do something—but he couldn’t. Not yet. Because this wasn’t just another mission.This was the final battleground.And he was walking straight into it.PamelaPamela’s nails dug into her palms, her body locked in place.Her stomach churned, not with fear, but with something worse.Fury.Raw, undiluted, rage.After everything—after the war, the betrayals, the endless running—they were still being played? They were still being controlled?No.No, sh
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Kael stared at the message on his phone, his grip tightening around the device as if he could crush the words out of existence. “Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.” The silence in the room was absolute. The weight of the message settled over them like a heavy storm, suffocating, inescapable. Kael’s pulse was steady, his face unreadable. But inside? Inside, he was calculating. Who sent the message? The third brother? Or someone else? Was this a trap? Of course it was. But what kind? An execution? A final test? A way to break him before the real fight even began? He didn’t know. And that was what bothered him the most. Kael had spent his entire life three steps ahead of his enemies. But now? Now, he was being led. And he hated that. His jaw clenched. Fine. He’d play the game. For now. The Resistance Kael moved. He grabbed his gear, checked his weapons, and started toward the door. Only for Selene to step in his way. “Not happening,” she said, arms crossed, eyes bur
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Seventy Seven
The Lab of ShadowsThe second the lights snapped on, Kael’s instincts screamed.He spun around, gun raised, scanning the darkness for a threat that didn’t appear.No alarms. No guards. No movement.Just silence.Yet something was wrong.The air was too thick, too charged with something unseen.The lab stood still, untouched—yet suffocatingly alive.The others moved behind him, their weapons ready, but the place remained eerily empty.Too empty.Kael’s eyes narrowed.This wasn’t an execution ground.This was a message.They were meant to come here.And now?They were meant to see something.The Laboratory of ShadowsSelene moved first.Her flashlight sliced through the dim hallway, illuminating shattered glass, overturned chairs, rusted medical equipment.Everything reeked of abandonment.Yet…The monitors along the walls still hummed faintly, their screens flickering with residual power.Marcus muttered, “Yeah, this place definitely shouldn’t have electricity.”Pamela walked past a ro
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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
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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
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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
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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
