جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 100

CHAPTER 92 — THE HUNT BEGINSThe air in the abandoned warehouse reeked of oil, blood, and old metal. Rain pounded against the broken windows, like the world itself was warning them. Riven crouched behind a stack of crates, eyes scanning the shadows, his hands tight around the grip of his pistol. Luca sat nearby, breathing heavy, his mark pulsing faintly through the darkness.“We can’t stay here long,” Riven muttered. “They’ll find us.”“They already know,” Luca whispered, voice barely audible over the storm. “The darkness… it told me. They know I survived.”Riven’s jaw tightened. Bishop and Vex—they were always one step ahead, calculating, patient. And now, they had to strike.From the shadows, the faint sound of boots echoed—deliberate, careful. Riven’s pulse spiked. “Move,” he hissed, grabbing Luca’s arm.They darted across the room, leaping over overturned barrels and shattered tables. Every corner held danger. Every echo was a potential ambush.Then a whisper, cruel and familiar,

CHAPTER 94 — THE MASTER OF STRINGSThe warehouse shuddered under the weight of the storm and the unleashed powers within. Rain lashed through the broken windows, thunder pounding like war drums. Every heartbeat of Riven’s seemed to echo against the chaos around them.The figure—tall, cloaked in black and gold, radiating a presence that seemed to command even the storm—stood at the center. Bishop and Vex crouched slightly behind him, but fear flashed in their eyes. The aura of this master was unlike anything Riven had ever faced.“You don’t know me yet.” The figure’s voice was smooth, but it carried the weight of a thousand storms. “I am the one your enemies serve without question. I am the one who controls the shadows, the Serpents, and the chaos. I am… the Master of Strings.”Riven’s fists clenched. “Strings? You mean… you’ve been pulling everything all along?”The figure’s smile was calm, almost cold. “Everything and everyone. Saint, Bishop, Vex… all pieces in my game. You awaken po

CHAPTER 96—THE MASTER STRIKES BACKThe night after the warehouse battle was unnervingly silent. The storm had passed, leaving a heavy, suffocating calm over the city streets. Rain-slicked roads reflected neon lights like fractured mirrors, but Riven couldn’t see them. His mind was consumed by one thought: the Master of Strings was still out there. And he was preparing his next move.Luca sat beside him, bandaged but alert, eyes scanning the shadows. The bond between them throbbed like a living heartbeat, both a weapon and a warning.“We survived,” Luca said softly, voice low, “but it felt… too close. Too easy for him to retreat.”Riven clenched his fists. “It’s never easy. He’s not just powerful… he’s patient, cunning. He’s been manipulating everything for years. Saint… Bishop… Vex… they were all pawns. And now… so are we, if we aren’t careful.”Wolf appeared at the doorway, his grim expression hidden beneath the brim of his soaked hat. “He’s moving fast. His network—he’s activating i

CHAPTER 98 — THE SACRIFICE GAMEThe storm raged above the city, turning the night into a chaotic symphony of thunder, wind, and lightning. The docks were a shattered mess, still echoing with the aftermath of the shadow creature’s destruction. Water swirled around broken beams and shattered metal, and smoke mingled with the mist in a haze that made the air thick and electric.Riven stood at the edge of the pier, chest heaving, eyes locked on the crimson glow where the chains suspended the figure. His heart screamed with recognition: Saint. Alive—but in unimaginable pain.“Riven…” Luca’s voice was low and tense, his eyes scanning the storm. “We need a plan. He’s not going to just hand them over. This… this is exactly what he wanted.”Riven clenched his fists, energy flaring around him. “I don’t care what he wants. Saint isn’t going to die. Not again. Not while I’m breathing.”Wolf appeared beside them, soaked and grim. “We can’t just storm in blindly. The Master’s traps are everywhere,

CHAPTER 100—THE FINAL BONDThe storm roared above, a relentless cacophony of thunder, wind, and rain, shaking the docks like the world itself was tearing apart. Every flicker of lightning revealed the horrors surrounding them: the corrupted portal, the twisted, shadowy figures clawing their way out, and most terrifying of all—the figure that had once been Luca.But this Luca wasn’t the man Riven knew. Eyes glowing crimson, energy surging violently around him, he hovered above the water as if the very storm obeyed his corrupted will. The aura surrounding him twisted Riven’s senses, making the hair on his arms rise. Every heartbeat thudded like a war drum.Riven swallowed, forcing the lump in his throat down. “Luca… it’s me. It’s Riven. Fight it. Fight him.”The corrupted Luca’s gaze locked on him, and for a brief, terrifying second, the man he loved seemed to flicker inside the monster. Then the Master’s voice cut through the air like steel.“Your bond is weak… your love is a chain I w