Timeless Assassin - Chapter 913 Hope
Chapter 913 Hope
(Execution Livestream Continuation, Veyr’s POV)
For a while after the Cult army appeared out of the Dimensional Portal, Veyr did not react at all, his expression frozen as though his mind had simply refused to accept what his eyes were showing him, because hope was a dangerous thing for someone who had already made peace with death.
He sat bound upon the execution stage, chains biting into his wrists and ankles as divine restraints hummed softly beneath his skin, while the battlefield beyond the Chakravyuh erupted into chaos, the arrival of the Cult fleet tearing apart the certainty that had wrapped around his fate only minutes ago.
“They came to save me?”
He wondered, as that single question struck him harder than any blade ever could.
The Cult had come.
At first, he told himself to stay still, to remain composed, to not give the Righteous Gods the satisfaction of seeing his resolve waver, because he was the Cult Dragon, and Cult Dragons did not break in front of their enemies, not on execution platforms, not beneath the gaze of trillions who wanted nothing more than to see despair reflected in his eyes.
His jaw tightened instinctively as he forced the burning pressure behind his eyes back down through sheer discipline, because he had already accepted this end, had already grieved his future in silence, had already carved his own grave in his heart and laid down inside it. with dignity.
Yet the battlefield refused to let him stay buried.
Explosions thundered across the outer rings.
The sky burned with streaks of Cult destroyers surging forward.
And somewhere out there, beyond the wall of soldiers and sigils and Gods, his people were fighting their way through hell for him.
For him.
The realization cracked something deep inside his chest.
His breath hitched once.
Then again.
His vision blurred as the pressure he had been holding back finally overflowed, tears spilling down his face before he could stop them, shoulders trembling as the weight of it all came crashing down at once, because he had not prepared himself for this.
Not for rescue.
Not for love.
Not for the unbearable cruelty of being given hope after accepting death.
“I… I thought I was done,” he whispered hoarsely, voice breaking as the words slipped free.
He had been an orphan.
A nobody.
A discarded child who had grown up believing survival was something you earned alone, that love was conditional, fleeting, and always taken away the moment you relied on it.
And now this.
An army.
A fleet.
An entire Cult tearing its way across the universe for him.
‘Do I even deserve this?’ he wondered, the thought trembling through
him as tears continued to fall unchecked, because all he had ever wanted was to belong, to be wanted without conditions, to be held by something larger than himself without fear of abandonment.
And now that he had it…
He didn’t know how to carry it.
His chest ached as he bowed his head slightly, chains rattling softly as emotion poured through him without restraint, a thousand conflicting feelings crashing together inside him at once, gratitude and guilt and hope and terror intertwining so tightly that he could barely tell where one ended and another began.
But beneath all of it, something else stirred.
Something harder.
Something sharper.
Resolve.
His hands clenched against the restraints as his tears slowed, his breathing steadying gradually as he lifted his gaze once more toward the horizon where the Cult fleet continued to advance, where Leo had arrived and where the impossible was unfolding in real time.
‘I swear…’
The vow formed quietly, not as a dramatic declaration, but as something deeply personal, etched into his soul.
‘I swear, if I survive this day…’
His breath shuddered as he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay upright despite the tremor still running through his body.
‘I will become the best Dragon the Cult has ever known!’
The words settled with weight.
‘I will not make foolish, selfish decisions!
‘I will not let anyone else decide my fate ever again!
His gaze sharpened as conviction replaced helplessness, tears drying against his skin as something strong and unyielding took root inside
him.
‘If I live through this…’
‘If the Cult truly saves me today…’
‘I will ascend’
Not as a dream.
Not as a fantasy.
As a promise.
‘I will climb to Godhood!
‘I will inherit the will of the Timeless Assassin’
‘I will return the Cult to the glory it once held… no matter what it
costs.
The battlefield roared in the distance as Veyr lifted his face fully now, tears still clinging to his lashes but no longer controlling him as his
heart pounded not with fear, but with purpose.
He closed his eyes briefly.
And prayed.
Not to the Gods who had condemned him.
But to the people who were fighting for him.
‘Please…
Win.
Just this once… please win.
The Righteous Faction has kept winning and kept controlling the
universe for the better part of over two millennia now….. Please let this be the start of the reversal, the event that starts the beginning of
their downfall and the rise of the Cult.
For if even after all this we fail today…..!
His thoughts faltered, as he gulped down a mouthful of saliva.
‘If we fail even today…. Then the Cult may be buried here with me!
Veyr concluded, as his fingers tightened reflexively against the restraints, nails biting into his palms while the battlefield’s distant thunder echoed like a heartbeat through his chest. Yet even as that fear lingered, it no longer ruled him.
Because whether the Cult triumphed or fell here today, he was no
longer the same Dragon who had been dragged onto this stage in chains, resigned to vanish quietly beneath divine judgment.
If this was to be the Cult’s grave, then he would stand at its center
with his head held high.
And if it was to be the moment history turned, then he would live long enough to remember it.
But either way, he decided that he would not look away.
‘Come fate…. Show me what you have in store for me. For I believe in
my survival once more….
Veyr thought, as with tear-blurred eyes fixed on the horizon and his soul burning with fragile, defiant hope, he waited for fate to decide the next chapter of his legend.
