One elder, a stern woman with silver hair, leaned forward.“Your reckless actions have drawn enemies to our gates, Max. You’ve endangered everything we’ve built.”Another elder, a balding man, added, “Your defiance against this council is unacceptable. Do you deny your role in the chaos that has befallen the Montgomery name?”Max’s jaw tightened, but he spoke with measured calm.“I deny nothing. The attacks on this family weren’t caused by me—they were orchestrated by someone in this very room.”The hall fell silent as Max placed the evidence on the table. He slid the ledger, surveillance images, and documents from the safehouse across the polished wood.“This is proof of decades of betrayal. Proof that someone among us has been manipulating this family for their own gain.”The elders leaned forward, scanning the documents.Some paled as they read, while others exchanged wary glances.A few shook their heads in disbelief.“This is absurd,” one elder scoffed, shoving the papers aside.

The grand courtyard was deathly silent, save for the labored, shallow breaths of Reginald as he lay sprawled on the arena floor. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining the pristine sand beneath him. His once-commanding presence had diminished into a frail, trembling figure.Max knelt beside him, his fists clenched. “Who did this, Reginald? Who betrayed you?”Reginald’s glassy eyes flickered toward Max. His lips moved, barely audible. “It… wasn’t supposed to be me…”Max leaned closer, desperation in his voice. “What do you mean? Who was it?”Reginald’s body seized for a moment before going still, his head lolling to the side. The arena was engulfed in whispers and murmurs as the Montgomery elders processed the sudden turn of events.“He’s dead,” one elder said, breaking the silence. “But… who poisoned him?”Before anyone could answer, a slow clap echoed from the shadows of the courtyard. The sound drew every eye to the edge of the arena, where Elliot Stoke emerged, his s

The night sky was a kaleidoscope of red and orange as explosions erupted across the city.The Montgomery estate’s once-calm grounds were now a hub of frantic movement.Alarms blared, the wails of sirens mingling with the shouts of orders and cries of panic.Smoke billowed in the distance, marking the destruction of key Montgomery properties.Max stood in the war room, the tension palpable as he issued orders to his team.His face was a mask of determination, his voice sharp and commanding.“Elliot’s forces are hitting us from all sides,” Max said, pointing to the map spread out before them.“We need to divide and conquer. This is our last chance to stop him.”Max turned to Red Fang, who stood with his arms crossed, his blade gleaming at his side.“You’ll lead the counterattack against Elliot’s underground forces. He’s using mercenaries to dismantle our defenses. Take them out before they reach our core assets.”Red Fang grinned, the fire of battle lighting his eyes.“Consider it done.

Max followed Winston, the family’s ever-loyal butler, down a narrow staircase that spiraled deep into the earth beneath the Montgomery estate.The air grew colder with each step, and the dim lighting gave the descent an eerie quality.The walls were lined with ancient stone, damp and cracked, as if the secrets held within were burdened by their own weight.Winston paused at a heavy iron door, his hand resting on an old, ornate key.“Your father,” he said softly, “trusted very few people with this. He instructed me to reveal it to you only if the family’s survival depended on it.”Max’s heart pounded in his chest.“And you’re certain now’s the time?”Winston nodded, his expression grave.“If we do not use what’s in here, Master Max, there may be no Montgomery family left to protect.”With that, Winston inserted the key and turned it with an audible click.The door creaked open, revealing a hidden vault illuminated by a faint golden light.Inside was a pristine room, in stark contrast t

The sound of shattering metal echoed through the night as Elliot’s forces breached the gates of the Montgomery estate.Floodlights illuminated the courtyard, revealing a swarm of mercenaries clad in black tactical gear, their weapons raised as they charged forward.At the center of it all was Elliot, his smirk chilling, leading the charge without hesitation.“Move!” Elliot barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.“No mercy. Take them all.”Inside the estate, the alarms blared as Max stood at the head of his team in the main hall, his expression steeled with determination.“They’ve broken through,” Red Fang reported, gripping his blade tightly.“This isn’t just an assault—it’s a slaughter.”Max’s jaw tightened. “Then we hold the line. No one gets past us.”The sound of gunfire erupted as the mercenaries stormed the mansion.The front doors were blown off their hinges, and smoke filled the air as the enemy flooded inside.Max and Red Fang led the counterattack, their movements preci