2024-12-05 08:30:00The Smith family's coming-of-age ceremony had begun. The grand room, decorated with golden fabrics and sparkling crystal lights, was filled with invited guests consisting of close relatives and family elders. The atmosphere that should have been solemn was scented with fresh flowers, while several servants walked around carefully to ensure everything went smoothly.
In the center of the room, large tables arranged symmetrically were laden with luxurious dishes, offering the finest drinks and food that had been prepared for months. The guests conversed politely, but there was an invisible tension among them. Most of the faces present were already dignified and aged, wearing the traditional clothing of the family, which carried a long history. They were the elders, individuals who had contributed greatly to the Smith family's journey and who were now witnesses to the coming-of-age ceremony of Arkanza, Adam Smith's only child.
Adam stood tall in front of the family altar,
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However, those words seemed futile. There was no response, and the room became increasingly restless. Some whispers became louder. "Where is Arkanza?" someone asked from the back.The atmosphere changed instantly. All eyes turned to Adam, and his face immediately turned pale. Everyone knew that this was not normal. Arkanza was a child who had been closely guarded, and it was impossible for her to disappear without anyone noticing.However, before Adam could give any further orders, a bigger commotion broke out. Someone rushed forward, a tall man with long hair, wearing striking black clothes among the more formally dressed guests. "Adam Smith!" he shouted. "Where is Arkanza?!"The crowd became chaotic. Some people tried to avoid the scene, while others started running away. Adam tried to calm the situation, but the uproar grew larger. The Victors, who had infiltrated as uninvited guests, began to move in an organized manner. They knew that Arkanza's whereabouts
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The question hung in the air, intensifying the already tense atmosphere. Adam tried to remain calm, but his gaze began to sharpen. "No, this is not part of our tradition," he answered loudly, trying to quell his confusion. "Arkanza will come. It’s just a matter of time."However, more and more people started doubting Adam’s words. The guests whispered among themselves, some beginning to retreat, while others grew increasingly uneasy. What was once a well-organized gathering had now turned into a chaotic mess. Amidst the confusion, the Victor members, who had not revealed their identities, continued moving through the room, further exacerbating the situation with their sharp words and gazes, fueling the tension. They didn’t force themselves into the spotlight but merely provoked enough to keep the unease simmering, heightening the discomfort among the elders and guests present.Valerin stood by the large window, her eyes unable to avoid the restless lo
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Arkanza stood in the middle of the open area, sweat beading on his temples as he focused on every movement of his body. His frame was still slender and fragile from years of physical neglect, but now, it was starting to show signs of determination. His movements were measured, though not yet fluid; each step reminded him of how far he still had to go to build the strength he had lacked for so long. His breath was steady, though he occasionally gasped as he pushed his limits.The young man had decided that today would be a new starting point. No longer would he let his physical weaknesses define him. The doubts that had haunted him for so long—about his self-worth, about his place in the world—would no longer control him. The pressure to prove himself was immense, but today, he wanted to take steps toward self-empowerment.Albert, his loyal protector, stood a few steps behind, watching Arkanza with a mix of concern and admiration. The man had seen Arkanza gr
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In the grand room of the Smith family house, the elders gathered, their faces serious and anxious. Soft lights illuminated the high ceilings, casting shadows over the faces filled with both hope and concern. They sat in a circle around a long table, with Adam Smith at the head, appearing firm, but there was an underlying unease in his demeanor. In front of him, several family elders and advisors spoke in urgent tones."Lord Adam, this is more than just a personal matter," said one elder, an old man with a long white beard. "Arkanza must return immediately. His coming-of-age ceremony is a crucial event for this family, not just for his future, but for the legacy of the family."Another elder, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, added, "We can’t wait any longer. The Lev Bodgan family will begin to suspect if Arkanza continues to avoid this. They will start doubting our strength as leaders."Adam remained silent, his hands clenched on the table. He k
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Here is the translation of your requested scene:In the bathroom, hidden behind thick silk curtains, the sound of running water could be heard softly. Arkanza stood beneath the shower, letting the warm water flow over his tired body after a long practice. His once fragile body now showed signs of change, though it wasn't fully strong yet. However, for the first time in his life, he felt better, more alive. Each drop of water that soaked his skin seemed to wash away the anxiety that had haunted him for so long.Meanwhile, outside the bathroom, Albert and Milan worked quickly, preparing everything that Arkanza would need. Albert, with his vast experience, selected the most appropriate clothing for the event. He carefully observed the traditional Smith family attire that Arkanza would wear—a fine robe with colors representing the status and strength of their family.Milan, who was younger and often impatient, watched intently from the side, his eyes fi
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As the main ceremony of the coming-of-age event concluded, the hall was abuzz with festivities. Guests mingled, laughter filled the air, and the clinking of glasses echoed throughout the room. The transition from a sacred ritual to a lively celebration was seamless, but amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Arkanza felt a growing heaviness in his chest.He excused himself discreetly, stepping away from the crowd, his formal attire brushing against the walls of the quiet hallway. His footsteps echoed faintly as he walked toward the garden outside, seeking solace away from the noise. The cool night air greeted him as he reached a secluded corner of the estate. Tall hedges surrounded the small clearing, and the faint sound of crickets filled the silence.Arkanza leaned against a marble bench, exhaling deeply. The weight of the evening bore down on him—not just the expectations but the lingering sense of inadequacy that had haunted him for so long. He rubbed his temple, trying to shake off the s
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Milan stood at the corner of the balcony, his figure concealed by the shadows of the night. From his vantage point, he could see most of the guests still mingling in the grand hall. His sharp eyes scanned for any suspicious movements, his arms folded across his chest. On the other side of the balcony, Vikram appeared with calm steps, approaching him. “I’m back,” Vikram said softly, stopping a few steps away from Milan. “It’s them.” Milan briefly shifted his gaze, acknowledging Vikram’s presence. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice cold and cautious. Vikram nodded, his expression serious. “Yes. I recognize a few faces from old reports. They’re not trying very hard to hide, but they’re blending in well enough with the guests.” Milan refocused on the hall. “So, they’ve infiltrated right under our noses. Viktor is truly bold.” Vikram sighed, folding his arms. “They’re not just bold; they’re smart. They know when to act. I suspect they’re waiting for something.” “Waiting for wh
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The room was silent, accompanied only by the faint sound of leaves rustling outside the window. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the figure of a young man lying weakly on his grand bed. Arkanza looked pale, cold sweat soaking his forehead. His breaths were short, his body trembling despite the thick blanket covering him.Beside him, Albert sat with a serious expression. The man was a few years older than Arkanza, with neatly combed brown hair and sharp, cautious eyes. In Albert's hand was a damp cloth, which he occasionally pressed against Arkanza’s forehead, trying to bring down his dangerously high fever.“Arkanza…,” Albert muttered softly, as if calling out to his master, trapped in his weakened state. “This fever is strange. Unusual.”Albert took a deep breath, then moved his hand to Arkanza’s wrist. The skin there was paler than the rest of his body. A faint purplish line had formed around his veins. Albert narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding.“T
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"I just wanted to return the book you lent me yesterday. Thank you, it was really interesting." Lilian placed the book on his desk and sat in the seat next to him.Across the room, Valerie watched the scene with a cold gaze. She bit her bottom lip, trying to distract herself by writing in her notebook, but her fingers paused halfway."Why is she always around him?" Valerie muttered quietly to herself.Valerie had long harbored feelings for Arkanza. Though she never expressed it directly, she always made sure to be by his side, both as a friend and a support in various things. But since Lilian had come into the picture, Arkanza's attention had become divided, and that made Valerie feel sidelined.Every time she saw Lilian talking to Arkanza, Valerie felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to ignore those feelings, convincing herself that Lilian had no ill intentions. But the more she saw their closeness, the harder it was to suppress her jealousy."Valerie, are you okay?" one of her f
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