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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty One
The weight of the truth pressed down on Kael like an iron cage, suffocating, inescapable.For years, he had lived in the shadows of his own existence, believing that someone had erased him—that his past had been carefully stripped away, leaving nothing but a hollow ghost. A specter without a history.But after Elias’s message… after the encrypted files… after the buried names resurfaced…He was starting to see the cracks in that story.Because the truth was far worse.Kael and Elias hadn’t been erased.They had erased themselves.And Kael had no idea why.The realization slithered through him, cold and unrelenting. His fingers tightened around the map on the table, but there were no answers in the ink, no salvation in the lines of a city that was being carved apart piece by piece.There was only silence.Marcus sat at the edge of the safe house, flipping a knife between his fingers. The dim glow of a single bulb cast long shadows against the wall, flickering against the unease settlin
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Two
Cresmont wasn’t a city anymore.It was a graveyard in waiting.The streets, once filled with the chaos of life—markets buzzing, cars honking, people pushing through sidewalks—had transformed into silent warzones.Burned-out buildings, shattered glass, the distant crack of gunfire.Elias had pushed Cresmont to the brink of collapse.And Kael had pushed him right back.But now?Now, there was one last warning.If Kael didn’t stop, if he didn’t walk away, there would be nothing left to save.But that was the problem, wasn’t it?Kael had nothing left to walk away to.MIDNIGHT’S WARNINGThe message arrived at midnight.Marcus had been on guard duty, slouched in a chair near the door, cigarette dangling between his fingers. He caught the movement just in time—a shadow slipping through the alley, the whisper of an envelope sliding under the door.Marcus was on his feet instantly, gun drawn.Kael didn’t even flinch.Because he already knew.Whoever sent it wasn’t afraid.Kael bent down, picke
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty three
Kael & EliasKael barely had time to react before Elias moved.There was no hesitation, no warning—just a blur of motion as Elias lunged, his fist cutting through the air like a blade. The force behind the punch was staggering, enough to crush bone, enough to break him.Kael blocked at the last second, their forearms colliding with a force that sent shockwaves up his arm. The impact rattled his bones, his muscles screaming in protest, but he didn’t give in. He couldn’t.This wasn’t just a fight.It was a battle for dominance, a war fought in the space between breaths.They weren’t fighting to kill.They were fighting to decide who was in control.Kael ducked the next blow, pivoting sharply, his foot skimming over concrete as he drove his knee into Elias’s ribs. The hit landed with a sickening thud.But Elias barely flinched.Instead, he caught Kael’s wrist in an iron grip, twisting with brutal efficiency. Kael gritted his teeth as pain shot up his arm, forced off balance as Elias shov
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Four
The FacilityThe facility loomed ahead, shrouded in the weight of its own silence.It was a ghost of what it once was—hulking structures of steel and concrete, worn down by time yet still standing with an eerie defiance. Rusted gates groaned as the wind slipped through their hollow bars, whispering secrets to those who dared to listen.Kael had expected chaos. A battlefield. The aftermath of something brutal—shattered glass, bullet casings, bloodstains on the walls.Instead, he was met with nothing.No guards. No alarms. No bodies.Just emptiness.His boots crunched against gravel as he stepped forward, the sound unnervingly loud against the quiet. Marcus, walking beside him, muttered a curse under his breath.“I don’t like this.”Pamela moved ahead, scanning the desolate expanse. The tension in her shoulders sharpened. “We’re too late.”Selene knelt near the entrance, her fingers skimming over the cold concrete. She was meticulous, her eyes sharp as she searched for something—anythin
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Five
KaelKael stood in the center of the safe house, hands braced against the edge of the table, his pulse a steady drumbeat in his ears. The dim overhead light flickered, casting jagged shadows across the room, but he barely noticed.Because none of it made sense.Because nothing he had believed was real.The documents lay open before him—stacks of aged files, yellowed papers marked with redacted names, surveillance logs stretching back decades. There were pages filled with cryptic notes, maps of locations that shouldn’t exist, and timelines that contradicted everything he thought he knew.For years, he had fought this war like a grandmaster playing chess, always thinking five steps ahead, always believing he understood the board. Every move calculated. Every battle fought with precision.But now?Now he realized—he had never been in control.Because the person pulling the strings hadn’t just erased themselves from history.They had written history.And Kael had been living in a story th
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Six
Kael Kael stood at the gates of the abandoned compound, his breath slow, measured, but his mind was a storm. This was it. The location they had spent weeks chasing. The last known trace of his so-called third brother. The man who had erased him. The man who had erased Elias. The man who had stayed invisible while manipulating their entire war. Kael had expected a fight. Expected defenses, traps, something. But instead— Nothing. The place was empty. Too clean. Too perfect. Like no one had ever been here. The iron gates loomed before them, rusted yet oddly sturdy, as if decay had been allowed only where it was convenient. The air was thick with something unspoken—an absence so deliberate it felt suffocating. Beside him, Marcus exhaled sharply, his stance tense. His hand hovered near his weapon, muscles coiled like a spring. “I don’t like this,” he muttered. Selene ran a hand along the rusted gate, her brow furrowing. “There’s no dust buildup,” she murmured. “No signs o
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty seven
The air inside the safe house was thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on everyone inside. It was the kind of silence that wasn’t just quiet—it was waiting. Kael stood at the edge of the dimly lit room, arms crossed, his mind racing in endless loops. His gaze flickered to his phone screen one more time, but he didn’t need to read the message again. It was already burned into his thoughts. “You have no idea what’s coming.” It wasn’t just a warning. It was a statement. Whoever had sent it wasn’t just watching from the shadows. They were waiting. And that meant Kael was already behind. His jaw clenched. He hated being behind. From across the room, Pamela paced, her boots making soft, rhythmic sounds against the wooden floor. Elias sat in the farthest corner, arms resting on his knees, his expression unreadable. Selene was the only one seated, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop, her face illuminated by the cold glow of the scre
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Sixty Eight
A heavy silence settled over the room.Not the kind that came with exhaustion or hesitation.This silence was alive. Thick. Suffocating.The air itself seemed to press in, dense with the weight of something unspeakable.Kael stared at the file, pulse pounding in his ears like war drums. His fingers hovered over the page, hesitant to turn it, as if doing so might shatter the last fragile thread of reason holding everything together.The name printed across the last page shouldn’t have existed.Shouldn’t have been possible.And yet—There it was.The architect of everything.A name that had been buried beneath decades of erased history, wiped clean from every database, silenced beneath government cover-ups and false wars.A name that should have died with the past.But it hadn’t.Kael’s grip on the folder tightened until his knuckles turned white, the paper threatening to crumple under his fingers. His lungs burned as he held his breath, willing his mind to make sense of what he was see
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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
