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CHAPTER 129: A Prison Without Bars
The sound of nocturnal rain hammered relentlessly against the concrete roof of an isolated underground medical clinic on the outskirts of Saint-Bastian. This cramped space was once an old slaughterhouse, repurposed into an emergency medical facility. It reeked sharply of cheap carbolic acid and the lingering scent of dried blood baked into the walls.Elias lay rigid and utterly helpless atop a rusted medical garter.The man had indeed managed to return from the Arctic hellscape, but he had left half his remaining life behind. Elias stared unblinkingly at the moldy concrete ceiling. A thick ventilator tube was now permanently inserted into his throat via a tracheostomy, pumping air into his lungs with a constant, static hiss.The Ghost of Saint-Bastian was now truly imprisoned within a cage without iron bars. He had been diagnosed with absolute Locked-in Syndrome. Every motor function in his body, from the neck down to his fingertips, had been entirely scorched and killed by the Ghost
CHAPTER 128: Escape from Hell
"...NINE MINUTES, FIFTY SECONDS."The automated countdown broadcast over the Tartarus facility's speakers severed the blizzard's silence with haunting clarity. Emergency red strobes spun wildly against the walls, transforming the glacial landscape into a hellscape drenched in blood-red light.Outside the fortress, Kael Thorne forced his broken body back to his feet. The ribs in his chest screamed in agony, while fresh blood oozing from his abdominal wound soaked the snow beneath his feet. Yet the rush of adrenaline fueled by the terror of death granted him a surge of artificial strength. He had to move fast to save the remaining members of his chosen family."Damn you, Silas!" Kael spat raspy through the pain. He hobbled toward the Snowcat, whose mechanical diesel engine was still idling nearby.Kael climbed into the driver's seat, slammed the gear shift with his functioning left hand, and floored the accelerator. The armored caterpillar vehicle roared, plowing through the deep snow a
CHAPTER 127: The Frozen Crown
The Arctic gale howled with growing fury, sweeping across the icy cliffs at lethal, terrifying speeds.Upon the precipice, Silas Vancroft hung helpless in midair, his neck locked in the death grip of the frozen host corpse. The old man’s legs kicked wildly, catching nothing but empty air. The Patriarch’s face, which had once radiated absolute authority and dominance, had turned a bruised, purplish blue from hypoxia and the extreme chill burning through his trachea.Silas clawed at the back of the corpse's hand with whatever strength he had left, but his fingers were growing stiff and numb, devoid of force. The emperor of the underworld stared back in sheer horror, locking eyes with the blank white irises of his son's vessel.Within those pupil-less eyes, Silas saw no ordinary dead husk. It felt as though he were staring directly into the shattered, hollow soul of his son.From deep within the cold, isolated basement, Elias deliberately channeled the phantom pain of his crippled body t
CHAPTER 126: Sins of the Fathersl
KRAAAK!The frozen corpse of the guard jerked its hand back with terrifying force. The hydraulic strength of its frozen, dead muscles ripped the handle of the ice axe cleanly out of Silas Vancroft’s grip with violent ease. Yet Elias had no intention of using the sharp edge to exact his revenge. He immediately hurled the ice axe far into the distance, letting it sink deep into the thick snowbank beside the fortress.Silas stumbled backward in a hurry, the slick soles of his expensive boots slipping across the thin layer of ice. The old man landed hard in the snow. His breath came in ragged gasps in the freezing air, his aging eyes wide with absolute horror. The underworld emperor who had once been so arrogant and proud was now nothing more than a frail old man, trembling violently in sheer terror.Kael Thorne, his chest narrowly spared from being split open by the arc of the axe, dragged himself backward with the last remaining slivers of his strength. The former detective leaned his w
CHAPTER 125: The Final Thread
The crackle of static from Kael’s comms unit hissed loudly through the silent, hollow expanse of the throne room."E-Elias... one last time. Thirty meters from my mark."Elias, the back of his head resting limply in Sloane’s lap, slowly opened his right eye. His breaths escaped his lips with painstaking slowness, short and agonizingly shallow. His bloodshot eye stared directly up at the ceiling, which was shrouded in the dark shadows of the storm. The paralyzed man had heard Kael’s plea for help with absolute clarity.Sloane, who caught the rasp of Kael’s whisper over the speaker, froze instantly. The former paramedic’s face drained of color, turning as pale as paper. She looked down, gazing at Elias’s face, which was already ravaged by the ravages of the Ghost Rot."No, El. No! Don't do it!" Sloane wept hysterically. She gathered his head into her arms, holding him with a desperate tightness, as if her warm embrace alone could anchor him against the pull of the underworld. "Your hear
CHAPTER 124: The Detective and the Emperor
Outside the Vancroft Fortress, along the ice ledge.The blizzard howled savagely outside the facility, whipping thousands of needle-sharp ice crystals across exposed skin like razor blades. The ambient temperature out on the open cliff was far more brutal and lethal than the freezing cold inside the throne room.An exhaust vent, barred with heavy steel grates that overlooked the precipice, was kicked violently open from the inside.Klang!Kael Thorne crawled out of the narrow, pitch-black hole, his body tumbling onto the deep snowbank. The waiter’s jacket he wore was tattered beyond recognition, while the white shirt underneath was soaked through with fresh blood oozing from wounds across his abdomen, thigh, and shoulder. Every inch of Kael’s muscles and joints screamed in agonizing pain, but the burning resolve in his eyes remained bright, colder even than the Arctic storm raging around him.The former detective forced himself to his feet with immense effort. He squinted, cutting thr
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