Chapter 129: In The Shadow Of Death

Chapter 129: In The Shadow Of Death



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Na'zehra suddenly let out a loud, mocking chuckle. With a swift motion, she slammed her hand against a nearby wall, causing debris to rain down.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she spoke to Kaelan. "Was that a dragon soul transmission?"

"Seems your lord had already kicked the bucket if he was able to send something like that. What has it been, 30 minutes? I thought his battle with my lord would take much longer than that. Guess I overestimated him."

Kaelan's face twosted with anguish, his body shaking as he slowly called out, "Lord... Lord Hazerion... Lord Hazer-" His voice broke off as he coughed up blood.

Alister, still trapped within Kaelan's mind, felt the surge of despair and helplessness seep into him.

The connection between them made the emotions even more, intensifying the sense of loss.

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Na'zehra's gaze snapped toward Kaelan, her smile widening as she saw his reaction.

"Oh, what's this?"

"Are you like a baby calling out for his mother? Keep whining, Kaelan. Your lord died so easily because he was weak, and all these people dying around us are just fools who chose to accompany him to the grave."

Kaelan's blood continued to drip from his mouth as he mustered the strength to speak through his pain.

"I won't let you get away with this," he managed to say between violent coughs, his voice strained.

Na'zehra's expression hardened, but her eyes still had a trace of amusement.

"Oh, really?"

he first heard Kaelan's voice, the regret and sadness that had when he decided not to kill his

brother.

"Well, it can't be helped," he sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides.

"It's all over now. I might as well move on and return to help the others in the Wasteland

Event."

Just as he resolved to move forward, a voice echoed through the void, soft but clear.

"Young lord, please wait."

Alister froze, feeling a sudden grip on his shoulder. He glanced down to see a purple astral

arm resting there, the touch gentle but firm. His eyes widened in shock as he recognized the

presence behind him. Slowly, he turned around...

It was Kaelan.

"I don't understand... How are you here?"

Kaelan, his purple astral form glowing faintly, slowly dropped to one knee, bowing his head

in respect.

"How I am here doesn't matter, young lord from a distant time. What matters is that I am.

And if I may be so bold, I have a request."

Alister remained silent for a moment, his mind racing. "Did you know I was using your body

this entire time?"

"Yes, young lord."

"Then why did you let me?"

"I was told to do so."

"By who?"

"That, I cannot say," Kaelan responded, his tone apologetic.

Alister paused, his eyes gazing at Kaelan's face. For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to

argue, to demand answers. But instead, he let out a long sigh, as if deciding to let it go.

"What do you want?"

Kaelan lifted his head slightly as he spoke. "I know it's not my place to ask this of you, young

lord, but I beg of you... avenge Hazerion. Avenge my people who couldn't fight back to protect themselves... they didn't deserve the fate that's been forced upon them."