At the abandoned warehouse which served as their new hideout, Leo Dubois and Ross exchanged urgent whispers, their faces etched with concern."Ross, listen closely," Leo's voice was barely above a murmur, filled with urgency. "Scar's followers are relentless. They're scouring the city for me. We must act swiftly."Ross nodded understanding the seriousness of their predicament. "I think the inspection officer that canner here this morning was actively looking for you. There are posters of your faces all over the city" Ross said to him and Leo covered his face in anger. His little fiasco with the two Fanatics hadn't paid off in fact it only served to double the attention on him. Leo leaned closer, his voice hushed. "Contact Kyrian, he might have intel on Scar's whereabouts. We need that information. The only way we can hope to get it if this alive is to kill Scar ourselves and ensure our safety" Leo instructed, his eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and concern.Ross acknowledged Leo's o

I keep feeling like the death of Scar was not dramatic enough so I redid it. enjoy xoxoxoThe chamber was shrouded in a heavy silence broken only by the faint crackling of torches and Leo Dubois's ragged breaths. Before him stood Scar, the once-beloved face of his father twisted and distorted by the malevolent deity that had taken hold. Leo's sword, gripped tightly in his trembling hands, hovered between them, its blade catching the dim light as Leo struggled to find words that could pierce the veil of darkness that now clouded his father's form."Why, father?" Leo's voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion. "Why did you kill them all? Mother, and the rest of our clan... the healers. They were innocent."Scar, speaking through the voice that belonged to Leo's father, regarded him with an unsettling calmness. "They refused to submit," Scar replied coldly, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down Leo's spine. "They stood in the way of my ascension, of the powe

In the dimly lit confines of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Johnson Ax and Arthur Columbus sat huddled together, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. The news of Scar's demise had spread like wildfire through the city, leaving a trail of panic and chaos in its wake.But for Johnson and Arthur, devout followers of the fallen deity, the news struck a particularly chilling chord."Scar is dead," Johnson muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Leo did it."Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their enemies to materialize out of thin air.Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their ene

Leo Dubois stood at the edge of the city, a tense silhouette against the fading twilight. His breath mingled with the cool evening air, eyes fixed on the approaching headlights that cut through the darkness. Beside him, Helen Jones stood resolute, her gaze unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. They were waiting for Leo's ex-wife, held hostage by Arthur Columbus and Johnson Ax.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow. Beside him, Johnson Ax emerged, a towering figure whose presence exuded menace like a shroud. Between them, fragile yet defiant, was Leo's ex-wife, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and fear.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow.

Leo Dubois watched with a mix of pride and nervousness as his five-year-old son, James, wobbled on his bicycle in the expansive backyard of their estate. The sun bathed the scene in golden light, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. James gripped the handlebars tightly, his legs pumping furiously to keep the bike moving forward. Leo stood nearby, ready to intervene if needed but determined to let James find his balance on his own."Great job, James! Keep it steady," Leo encouraged, his voice filled with fatherly pride.James flashed a toothy grin at his father, his face flushed with exertion and excitement. "I'm doing it, Daddy!" he exclaimed, his small voice filled with determination.Leo's heart swelled with love for his son. He had been looking forward to this moment, the day he could teach James how to ride a bicycle, just as his own father had taught him many years ago. Amidst the busy life of running a vast business empire, moments like these grounded Leo, reminding h