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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Four
The message came at 3:47 AM.Kael sat in his villa’s study, the faint glow from his laptop screen the only light in the room. He had been reviewing the latest reports on Deep Space’s arms operations, his mind already plotting the next strike.Then his phone vibrated once.A single encrypted message flashed onto his screen.Unknown Sender: Play it.Kael’s eyes narrowed. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before clicking the attachment.The video loaded in seconds.The first thing he saw was Pamela.She was tied to a chair in the center of a faintly lit room, her wrists bound behind her back. Her head hung forward, strands of hair falling over her face. A thin trickle of blood ran down her temple, disappearing beneath her collar.Kael studied her expression.Bruised, but unbroken.Pamela lifted her head slightly, her breath unsteady. The camera tilted, revealing a tall figure standing behind her. The angle didn’t show his face, but Kael recognized the voice immediately.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Five
The scent of gunpowder and blood still lingered in the air as the last mercenary collapsed to the ground, motionless.Kael stood in the middle of the alley, unbothered, his gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. He barely spared a glance at the bodies before shifting his gaze to Selene.She was alive. Unharmed. But furious.Selene shoved past him, her breathing ragged. “What the hell was that?!”Kael arched an eyebrow, holstering his weapon. “That,” he said lazily, “was me saving your life.”Selene whirled around, her eyes blazing. “I didn’t need saving!”Kael let out a quiet chuckle. “Really? Because from where I was standing, you were about two seconds away from getting your throat cut.”Selene ignored the condescension, her fists tightening at her sides. She had spent weeks chasing ghosts, piecing together a mystery that no one wanted her to solve.And tonight, everything had snapped into place.She stared at him, hard. “You’re not leading me to the war god, are you?”Kae
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Six
The night was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped around the city like a noose. The streets surrounding the Deep Space compound were eerily quiet, but Kael knew better than to trust the silence.They were waiting for him.Inside the armored SUV, Marcus was checking his weapons, loading magazines with precise, methodical movements. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare grim focus. Across from him, three of their most trusted men—killers, not soldiers—silently prepped their gear.Kael sat in the front seat, eyes locked on the warehouse ahead.Pamela was in there.Alive.For now.His fingers tightened slightly around his gun.Deep Space thought they were holding the leverage.They had no idea what was coming.Marcus exhaled through his nose. “I don’t like this.”Kael didn’t look at him. “You never do.”Marcus huffed. “No, I mean I really don’t like this. It’s too quiet. Too clean. Deep Space doesn’t work clean. They should be sending us threats, body parts, something to piss
The Death Lord Is Back The Shadow Falls
The world was a blur of smoke and fire.Kael’s body ached in ways he hadn’t felt in years. The impact had thrown him across the warehouse, his ribs screaming in protest as he pushed himself off the debris. Everything was burning. The air was thick with dust and the acrid stench of explosives, but his mind cut through the pain like a knife.He had one thought.Pamela.She had been right there.Kael staggered forward, his ears still ringing from the explosion. His vision blurred for half a second before snapping back into focus. He saw Marcus first.The man lay sprawled against a pile of rubble, blood seeping through his side.Kael moved fast, crouching beside him. “Marcus.”Marcus’s eyelids fluttered open, his grin weak but still there. “You look like shit.”Kael exhaled sharply. “You’re bleeding out.”“Yeah, well.” Marcus coughed, the sound wet. “It’s not the first time.”Kael pressed a hand against his wound, forcing the bleeding to slow. Marcus grunted, but there was no real protest
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Eight
Kael sat in the lit safe house, the dull ache in his ribs was crazy and it served as a reminder that he had barely survived the last encounter. The explosion had taken more out of him than he’d admit, but there was no time for rest. Pamela was still out there—somewhere—and every second wasted was a second closer to her being beyond saving. In fact he was even more angry and furious than before. What he wanted now was the taste of blood.He clenched his jaw, pushing through the pain as he looked over the gathered team. Marcus was bandaged but standing, ever the reckless bastard. A handful of their best men remained, but their numbers were thin. Deep Space had been cutting through their ranks, tightening their grip.Kael didn’t need a reminder that they were outgunned and outnumbered. He already knew.“We move soon,” Kael said, his voice calm, but the weight behind it sent a chill through the room.Marcus exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re half-broken, half our men are dead or scattered
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Nine
Deep Space Headquarters – The Hidden RulersThe room was pitch-black, save for the soft glow of a single overhead light. Mr. Black stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.But inside? He was seething.A holographic conference flickered before him, displaying the silhouettes of the true powers behind Deep Space. Their identities remained hidden—distorted voices, blurred images, nothing concrete.Still, their presence was suffocating.“You assured us Kael would be neutralized by now.” The first voice was smooth, dangerously calm.Mr. Black didn’t flinch. “He should have been.”The second figure spoke, their tone laced with warning. “But he isn’t.”Mr. Black exhaled slowly. “Kael was never the problem.” He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. “The problem is the interference. Someone is attacking us from the shadows—someone who isn’t Kael.”The third figure, silent until now, let out a quiet chuckle. “And you don’t know who it is.”Mr. Black’s ja
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty
The black site stood like a fortress at the edge of the city—a steel monolith surrounded by razor-wire fences, high-security watchtowers, and a rotating patrol of armed guards.Most people didn’t even know this place existed.The ones who did? Never left.Kael crouched in the shadows of a distant rooftop, his eyes were locked on the facility below. He could feel the weight of the mission settling onto his shoulders, but he pushed the tension aside.This wasn’t just another operation.This was Pamela and her father had placed the burden of him protecting her on his shoulders.“She’s in there,” Marcus muttered, adjusting the scope of his rifle. “But so is an entire damn army.”Kael didn’t respond, his mind already dissecting every angle, every weakness in the facility’s defenses.Selene stood a few feet away, silent, observing. Unlike Marcus, she wasn’t questioning the mission.She had already made her choice.“Let’s move,” Kael said finally.And the hunt began.———Inside the black sit
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirty one
The air was thick with tension, the stench of blood and gunpowder still lingering in the aftermath of the black site raid. The facility was in ruins—guards lay motionless, security doors had been blasted open, and the blaring alarms had finally gone silent.But the real battle hadn’t even started yet.Kael stood in the center of the wreckage, his body tense and unreadable. Pamela was finally free, leaning against Marcus, her wrists still raw from the restraints. But her eyes were sharp—she wasn’t broken.No one spoke.Because all of them were staring at the man standing before Kael.The unknown faction had finally revealed themselves.And at the front of their group, staring directly at Kael, was a man he hadn’t seen in years.A man who should have been rotting in a grave.Nikolai.He hadn’t changed much. Same piercing gaze, same smirk that always held too much meaning. His stance was relaxed, casual even—as if this wasn’t the first time he had walked into Kael’s warzone and survived.
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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
