After Liam's arrival, a grand banquet was held in the main hall of the Ironfist family residence. The grand hall was filled with an array of food and drinks, while the family members and honored guests sat around the large table, ready to celebrate the return of the Young Master.Liam, who now stood at the center of attention, rose from his seat and gestured for everyone to pay attention. "Thank you," he said with a tone full of gratitude, "for such a warm welcome. I deeply appreciate the respect and love you have shown since I arrived. This family has always been a place where I can return and feel at home."The atmosphere in the hall was filled with warmth and happiness, but Liam knew that the time for celebration had to come to an end. With a more serious tone, he continued, "However, I have not returned just to enjoy ourselves. There is something urgent that I must discuss with all of you."Everyone fell silent, their attention fully focused on Liam."I have returned," Liam contin
In the midst of the tense silence of the night, Seraphine stepped into the grand hall of the Ironfist family. The large doors opened with a booming echo, heralding the arrival of an unavoidable threat. Inside the hall, the already alert members of the Ironfist family immediately closed ranks, their eyes fixed warily on the figure of the woman who, with both grace and menace, strode into the room.Liam stood at the front, his expression serious and focused. By his side, the other family members were ready with their weapons, each aware that they were facing a very dangerous enemy. Seraphine, with sharp eyes and a graceful step, stopped a few steps in front of Liam. Her face bore a thin, unreadable smile.“Ironfist family,” Seraphine began, her voice soft yet filled with a terrifying power, “renowned for their bravery and strength. But I'm not here to listen to old tales. I'm here to destroy what you’ve built over the years.”Liam stared straight into Seraphine's eyes, undaunted by the
Amidst the ruins of the Ironfist family’s grand hall, dust and smoke still lingered in the air, a testament to the fierce clash between Liam and Seraphine. Though Liam remained standing, his body was weakened, while Seraphine, with her terrifying power, appeared like an unstoppable shadow of death.From behind one of the still-standing pillars, Evan and Aria, who had been anxiously watching the battle, finally decided they could no longer stay idle. Their eyes met in a silent exchange, both knowing what needed to be done.“We have to help Liam,” Aria whispered, her resolve firm.Evan nodded slightly. “I know it’s dangerous, but we have no other choice. If we don’t do something, it’s all over.”With determined steps, Evan and Aria moved into the battlefield, leaving the protection of the pillar that had shielded them thus far. They knew that joining this fight meant courting death, but for the sake of family and justice, they were willing to take that risk.Seraphine, noticing their pr
The intense battle between Seraphine and Evan, Aria, and Liam reached a new level of brutality. Swords clashed with incredible speed, and the crackling sound of magical auras filled the air within the hall. Evan, Aria, and Liam fought with all their might, pushing their limits to match Seraphine's relentless attacks.At a glance, the battle seemed even. Every time Seraphine launched a deadly assault, Evan, Aria, and Liam countered with their combined strength, forcing her back. However, beneath it all, Seraphine's impatience was growing. She felt her power draining with every passing second, and the wounds she had sustained from Liam earlier were beginning to affect her condition."Enough," Seraphine hissed quietly, her eyes narrowing with cold determination. She had no intention of allowing the three of them to continue wearing her down. It was time to end this.As Liam launched a forward attack, his aura shining with dazzling intensity, Seraphine sidestepped, her movements becoming
After the exhausting and devastating battle that destroyed many parts of their residence, the Ironfist family began a period of calm and reconstruction. However, before starting the rebuilding process, they had to face a moment of deep mourning.The first day after the battle, the Ironfist family held a funeral for their fallen warriors. Family and friends gathered in the front courtyard of their residence, which had been carefully prepared for this ceremony. The atmosphere around them was filled with a profound sense of loss and sorrow.Liam, with a face that appeared weary but determined, stood before the fallen warriors. Beside him stood Evan and Aria, both showing deep respect for the loss they all faced. They were all dressed in black, a symbol of their mourning.When Liam began his speech, his voice was filled with emotion. “Today, we gather to honor those who gave everything in yesterday’s battle. They were warriors who not only risked their lives but also their hopes and dream
Victor stood at the edge of his castle’s balcony, gazing at the somber horizon with mixed feelings. The cold night wind blew, rustling his long black cloak. Before him, the once-grand city now looked grim after the loss of Seraphine, one of the primary executives who had fought on the front lines. Yet, it wasn’t sadness that dominated Victor’s thoughts. Instead, anger and frustration boiled within him. Seraphine, although the weakest of the seven primary executives, was still a part of his power. Her death was a severe blow to his reputation and authority. What troubled him most wasn’t the loss of Seraphine’s life, but how the remaining six executives had reacted to her death. In a dark, aura-filled meeting room, the six remaining executives were gathered. Their faces, usually cold and cruel, now carried something else—a subtle derision. They showed no signs of mourning or loss. Instead, some of them even chuckled quietly, discussing Seraphine’s defeat as if it were a mere bad joke.
Victor arrived at the grand charity gala, his presence capturing attention in the opulent ballroom filled with prominent figures of society. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm golden light, and elegantly dressed guests mingled amid the luxurious decor. Despite the festive atmosphere, Victor's mind was far from the evening's celebrations.As he observed the crowd, exchanging polite nods and brief conversations with influential guests, his thoughts remained fixated on the battle against Evan and Aria. What had begun as a quest for an ancient artifact had evolved into a personal challenge. The victory and newfound power gained by his enemies had shifted his focus from merely acquiring relics to a deeper desire to crush Evan and his allies, as this was the only way to restore his shattered pride.The gala was intended as a prestigious charity event, designed to enhance Victor's public image and reinforce his standing among the elite. Yet, he found little solace in the glitter a
Evan stood before his father, his expression calm but his heart full of resolve. After the division of the Ironfist family, he felt the need to return to where everything began.“Father? I want to go back to our old house,” Evan said as his father, Daniel, was instructing his younger sister, Lily.Daniel asked Lily to leave, giving him and Evan a moment alone. “What do you mean? You want to go back to that slum district?”Evan nodded. “Yes, Father.”Daniel was silent for a moment. He no longer saw Evan as a mere teenager. Evan was now capable of protecting himself. Although it was dangerous, Daniel eventually gave his permission. “I will allow you to go, but Aria must accompany you.”Evan did not object to his father’s condition. He nodded and went to meet Aria.***In the small training field where they used to practice, Aria was pushing herself hard, determined not to let more lives be lost. The many lives lost during Seraphine’s attack made Aria feel the need to improve her skills.