SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Join the Frozen Throne

The helicopter ride was short. Damon didn’t speak. Neither Mark nor Kate. The cold beauty had her eyes closed the entire flight, like a statue carved out of frost. The old man simply stared out the side window.

They landed inside a vast, dimly lit hangar in the middle of nowhere. A long runway stretched out beyond the heavy blast doors, and snow crunched under their boots the moment they stepped out. The air was sharp, dry, biting, each breath like swallowing shards of ice. Damon’s enhanced body helped a little, but even he winced at the wind chill.

"This way," the old man said again.

A private jet was already prepped and waiting for them. Sleek, matte black, with no markings. No flag. No registration number. It didn’t need any. They boarded quickly, the warmth inside a stark contrast that made the chill even more memorable.

Kate shivered violently, pulling Damon’s coat tighter around her. Mark looked equally miserable. Damon, on the other hand, just sat down quietly, eyes closed, mind spinning like a turbine. He had a feeling things were about to escalate far past anything he was prepared for.

Two hours later, they touched down again, this time in Greenland. Not the touristy, glacier-trekking, selfie-snapping part of Greenland. No, this place was raw, wild, and abandoned. There was nothing for miles but jagged peaks and ice-crusted ground stretching under a sky so clear it looked like it had never known clouds.

Damon stepped off the plane and immediately grimaced. The cold here wasn’t just biting, it was invasive. It seeped into his bones, laughed at his vampiric resistance, and reminded him that even monsters weren’t immune to nature’s cruelty.

"What the hell could be in a place like this?" Mark muttered, teeth chattering.

The old man simply pointed. Far across the snowy plain, nestled against a cliffside like a sleeping leviathan, was a dome. Not metallic. Not concrete. Something older. The outer layer looked like obsidian fused with ice, slick and seamless, with glowing blue runes that pulsed softly beneath its shell.

Kate’s breath caught in her throat. "What is that?"

The old man smiled. "That would be my humble abode. Welcome, Blood God and his two friends."

Damon didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on the dome, watching how the runes reacted to the old man’s presence as he walked ahead. Snow crunched underfoot as they followed. The cold felt heavier.

By the time they reached the dome’s entrance, a jagged split down the center that slowly peeled open, they were shivering, breath clouding in front of their faces like ghosts.

Thankfully, the moment they stepped through the threshold, warmth engulfed them. It was still extremely cold and uncomfortable, but at least now they would be okay with their best winter gear.

Damon narrowed his eyes. "So this is where you wanted to bring me?"

The old man chuckled. "Come. Let’s have something to drink and have a chat." He then looked at Kate and Mark. "You both are welcome to join us, but you should know that I have already brought your mother to our facility. You can meet her now if you want to."

Mark was about to say something when Damon shook his head. "Where is she?" he asked flatly.

"In the east wing, resting," the old man replied. "Under heavy monitoring, of course. She was in poor condition, but she’s stable now. One of our best doctors worked on her. She will recover just fine. You can see her now or later. Up to you."