Jerome and Amir entered the cell where Adam was seated, his hands bound and a look of defiance in his eyes. "Adam," Jerome began, his voice booming in the silent room. "We have come with an offer for you." Adam raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of their intentions. "And what could the likes of you possibly offer me? You have kept me here for months and you're here with the guts to tell me you have an offer? I doubt you know what you're talking about." "I'd listen if I were you. Cos we are here to discuss your frwesom," Jerome said and walked towards him. "My freedom, or a deal? Make it clear to me,* Adam said. Jerome shared a knowing look with Amir before continuing. "My sister has been taken captive by the DiMarco Empire, led by Baron Caspian. He had approached me twice for your release and I rejected. Now, he has demanded your release in exchange for hers." Adam's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the DiMarco Empire. "What makes you think I would agree to such a

Caspian, the baron of the DiMarco empire, stood at the head of his men, his gaze steady and commanding. The flickering torchlight cast shadows on his chiseled features, emphasizing the determination etched into his expression. The air around them hummed with anticipation as he addressed his loyal soldiers. Before he spoke, he looked down at them men one more time and sighed. He knew it was the first time they would step out and fight and that there might be consequences. "My men," Caspian's voice rang out with authority, cutting through the quiet night air. "Tonight, we embark on a mission of utmost importance. Our success hinges on each and every one of you." His eyes scanned the faces before him, noting the resolute expressions and the fire that burned in their eyes. "We stand on the precipice of greatness," Caspian continued, his voice low and compelling. "The fate of the DiMarco empire rests on our shoulders. We must not falter, we must not fail." His words seemed to ignite a

After immersing himself in the gang's financial records and familiarizing himself with the ongoing deals, Rique felt a sense of responsibility weighing heavily on his shoulders. He signed and clenched his jaw, knowing quite well that there was a lot to do as the outpost head of the outpost. Sitting above everything and everyone, also as the head of an outpost, he wondered, "So this is what all barons face..." As the newly appointed leader of the gang, he knew that it was crucial to take decisive actions to ensure the organization's financial stability and growth. Turning to Jason, the seasoned second-in-command who had served under the venerable Albert, the ex-baron, and Sanchez, the trusted individual Rique had chosen as his second-in-command, Rique called for a meeting to discuss their collective strategy for pushing the gang forward in terms of finance. The three men gathered in a dimly lit room, the weight of their combined responsibilities palpable in the air. Rique, a calc

Baron Caspian of the DiMarco Empire stood at the entrance of the completed tunnel, staring into the darkness ahead. They have created the tunnel leading to the Tomb of Gold and now the mission and the timing as well as all they needed was set. The mission to locate the Tomb of Gold and retrieve its treasure had become more than just a quest—it was now a matter of the empire's survival. Duchess Dillion, his strategic and courageous partner, stood beside him, her eyes reflecting the determination that burned within her. "We've come a long way, my love," Caspian said, turning to Dillion. "But the real challenge lies ahead of us now. And we can't turn back now." Dillon nodded, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "The fate of our empire rests on our success in securing the treasure within the Tomb of Gold. We must not falter now." Andreas, Caspian's loyal right-hand man, approached them with unwavering support. "We have prepared for this moment, my lord. The tunnel is ready,

The outpost was engulfed in chaos as gunfire and explosions filled the night air. Caspian and his men took cover behind sandbags, their weapons hot and their hearts pounding with adrenaline. The enemy's relentless assault was unyielding, bullets whizzing past them as grenades detonated with deafening blasts. "Keep your heads down and return fire! Attack!" Caspian yelled over the cacophony of battle, his voice barely audible over the roar of gunfire. The men nodded in grim determination, their faces streaked with dirt and sweat as they fought back against the onslaught. A grenade landed dangerously close to their position, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. Caspian leaped to his feet, diving towards his men to shield them from the explosion. The ground shook beneath them as the blast reverberated through the outpost, leaving a thick cloud of smoke and dust in its wake. "We need to hold our ground until reinforcements arrive!" Caspian shouted, his voice strained with the