Chapter 1130 – He Promised Me a Good Bang
Kaelmor's gaze darkened.
Impossible to die did not mean impossible to break.
A weak immortal was not a king, it was a joke that lasted forever.
A body that could not die could still kneel. Could still be caged. Could still be cut, starved, humiliated, drained, owned. Eternity without power was not glory.
It was Hell.
Not his Hell.
A real one.
A forever Hell, where every dawn was another chance for someone stronger to remind you that survival was not victory. Where abuse had no final mercy. Where fear became schedule. Where pain became furniture.
No.
Immortality and power had to remain married.
Forever life meant nothing unless it lived in constant glory.
Kaelmor lifted one broken crystal shard and watched the chamber light slide across it.
He would not become a weak immortal.
He would not be trapped beneath someone else's heel, smiling because he had no other weapon left.
He would not let this end.
