Xander felt as if his night couldn't get any better but more surprises were coming. The night was just beginning and it was promised to be a long night for those who would be caught on the wrong side and found wanting. The night for Xander was promised to be a great night as Xander revealed in the announcements that were made. The police were notified at once and before everyone's eyes, Richard's hands were handcuffed behind his back and he was led away shamefully.At this point Lady Willow was disturbed. She was so much in discomfort, shifting uneasily in her seat as she looked for ways to leave the room unnoticed. They had all converged for a very important get together not knowing that it was going to be a witch hunt.The Mayor was not done talking yet. He waved his hands calling for silence and the whole room went quiet to hear what the Mayor had to say. "Our benefactor had earlier given me the honour to assign a new person to his sister company which he just ceased from Tobias."
Xander and Lina spent the night at the new house Xander bought. The next day would be a very busy day for them as they each had activities to see. Xander on his part needed to sort the issue of Helena and to do that, he needed to visit Lady Willow's property again. Maybe for the last time. However, Xander didn't want to do this alone so he called on Eric to accompany him. Eric, who was no longer living at the family house, agreed to meet him and together, they would show up at the family house.When the time came, Eric met Xander at their meeting point and together, they arrived at the Willow residence and walked straight up and knocked at the door. No one answered and Xander had to knock again louder than before. Moments later, the door was opened and Helena stood in the doorway.Her sigh of relief was evident on her face when she saw Xander there. Even after her plea and everything, she had half expected Xander not to pay heed to her plight. Seeing Xander there on her porch alongsid
The dragon gang had pulled out of the picture but were still plotting to have Xander taken out. Xander knew this too and never stopped checking over his shoulder while he went about his daily businesses. He knew that one day the day he was dreading would come and he would have to face off against the dragon group one last time.The only thing that troubled him was that the dragon group had a level of powers that he knew and he was yet to find the weapon that would destroy them. He knew what he had to do. He was going to visit the family doctor Rasher had pointed out to him. He will meet the ancient old man he met there and inquire about the weapon no one happened to know about.Xander drove to the other side of town where he was certain he would find the answers he needed and sought for. Xander was driving his own car now and had no fear of being mugged as was the case last time. He drove hard without stopping even for once and finally, he arrived at the place he sought for.Xander pa
Xander was perplexed at what he heard. He could not believe that he was the weapon but the old man's words kept ringing in his ears as he sat there. Xander wanted to dispute the old man's words but a part of him would not do that. A part of him knew somehow that what the old man told him was right. "It's hard to believe.." Xander finally spoke up. "What you say is very difficult to believe."The old man nodded and relaxed back into his chair. "Let me ask you something Xander. For what reason do you think you've been able to withstand the dragon group's attacks and offences all this while?" He asked. "That's simple. It's because I have the ring." Xander replied but the old man shook his head."Don't be blind Xander." The old man said. "The ring alone did not ensure your survival for up to this moment, no. The ring is just an accessory. The reason why you've survived up to this instant is because of your nature and not because of the ring. You are the weapon Xander. You alone have bee
The roar of the engine was a symphony of vengeance in Xander's ears. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as the speedometer needle danced wildly past the legal limit. The news he'd received on the phone - *Lina captured* - was a venomous barb lodged deep in his heart, radiating outwards, burning with an unquenchable rage.Who else could have done this? The question was a cruel torment, the answer as clear as the scorching sun in the midday sky. The Dragon Group. They were the venomous vipers lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. And they had chosen the most devastating target. Lina, his beloved, his anchor, his world.The question that gnawed at his sanity was not *who*, but *how?* How had they managed to breach his defences? How had they infiltrated his world, shattering the illusion of safety he had carefully constructed around Lina? He had been so focused on the larger battles, on the grand scheme, that he had overlooked the tiny, insidious
In the dim-lit confines of the grand manor, the air crackled with tension as Xander, his eyes blazing with fury, interrogated his former mother-in-law, Lady Willow. His iron grip tightened on her frail shoulder, his voice a menacing growl.'I'll ask you one more time, where is Tobias!' he demanded, his words echoing through the opulent hall.Helena, Xander's ex wife, stood frozen on the staircase, her gaze fixed on the unfolding drama above. Despite the turmoil in her heart, she remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together. The recent rift between her and her mother had severed any shred of sympathy she might have felt for Lady Willow. It was time her manipulative mother faced the consequences of her treacherous actions.Lady Willow's gaze met Xander's, and she could not suppress a shudder at the fiery determination burning within his piercing blue eyes. Her voice trembled as she spoke, each word a desperate plea.'Tobias has a secret hideout underground, in the cellar of a poul
The acrid scent of clay hung thick in the air, a miasma interwoven with the faint tang of fear. Xander, his fists clenched, couldn't stand there any longer, a caged beast watching his prey chant insults. The man, a hulking form, stood by the racks, his gaze fixed on Xander, but his eyes, darting nervously, betrayed his vigilance. He was a watchman, a sentinel, placed there by the dragon group, the shadowy organization that had snatched his fiancée, Lina.Xander's anger was a roaring furnace within him, fueled by a desperation that gnawed at his sanity. He had tracked them, followed the slithering trail of clues, leading him to this ramshackle pottery shop, a facade cloaking a dark secret.With a roar, Xander lunged, a blur of fury. His fist connected with the man's jaw with the force of a battering ram, sending the watchman reeling backward. He crashed against the wall, but before he could find his footing, Xander was upon him again, his grip like a vise.'Now,' Xander growled, his vo
The oppressive weight of the iron door, thick as a tomb slab, pressed against Tobias's heart, a physical manifestation of the fear that had begun to gnaw at him. His mind, usually so sharp and calculating, was starting to scramble, his carefully constructed plan unravelling. He had anticipated every possible contingency, every threat, yet here stood Xander, a whirlwind of fury and determination, ready to shatter the illusion of Tobias's absolute control.A sickening thud echoed through the chamber, the sound of a man's body collapsing against the unyielding stone floor. Tobias's grip tightened on Lina's hand, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, the pain a distant, irrelevant sensation. The man, a loyal soldier, had been a mere pawn in Tobias's grand scheme, a sacrifice to buy him precious seconds – seconds he was now desperately clinging to.He watched, frozen, through the intricate screen set into the door, as Xander, his face a mask of raw fury, gathered the raw power of the ri