The tension in the room was as thick as fog, the atmosphere charged with unresolved conflict. Michael, Davin, and James were huddled around the conference table, their faces etched with frustration and determination. Weeks of debate had yielded no resolution, leaving their mission hanging precariously in the balance.
"I don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn, Davin," James snapped, his patience fraying. His frustration was palpable, his eyes darting between Davin and Michael. "We can’t just rush in without a plan."Davin’s expression hardened, his jaw set tight as he leaned forward. "I’m not being stubborn, James," he countered, his voice sharp. "I’m being realistic. The Masters are growing stronger by the day, and we’re sitting here dithering. We can’t afford to wait any longer."Michael, who had remained quiet until now, intervened with a measured tone. "We can’t afford to act impulsively either," he said, his voice steady. "We need a strategy thaDavin hurried past the Oasis where he had his brother wait. His strides urgent and hasty. "You'll have to wait here till I return." He said in a deep voice that made Michael stutter. "I… I ain't sure if I would be able to hold on for that long on this lonely facade." Micheal replied, his heart heaving hard.Davin paused, turning to him. His eyes locked onto his, "Would you then go in search of her with me?... Would that make you comfortable?" With a firm nod, Michael's words tumbled uncontrollably. He has been wanting to join the fight all along, but Davin has continually turned him down. Davin shook his head gently, "Michael, this isn't something you can just play around… I mean, this is war and… " his voice trailed off as he spoke. His heart pondering on how and why his brother would always insist on following him around. He knew the masters were dangerous, though he was a god of war, they had the most trained assassins ever known in Betnoth city. He inspected the time and it
Davin's heart pounded like a war drum as he squared off against Brandon, the Noble's fierce guard. The once daunting shadows of the pinnacle now seemed to merge into one vast, oppressive darkness, broken only by the wavering torchlight. The darkened walls of the pinnacle towered around him, like silent witnesses to the impending clash."Hold it, Davin!" Brandon's voice cut through the night with the sharpness of a blade. He stood in front of Davin, his dark armor glinting in the faint light. His eyes, sharp and cold, fixed on Davin with the intensity of a predator.Davin’s muscles tensed as he prepared for the fight. "Let me through… it's my simple way of sending you this warning if you want to survive!" Brandon’s lips curled into a grim smile. "I’m afraid you’re in no position to make demands. The master has his orders."Davin's gaze shifted to the shadows around them, knowing that more enemies lurked unseen. He had no illusions about the danger he was facing. This was no ordinary g
Master Shawn’s lips curved into a cold smile. "I knew the best way to get to you… and it was him, what were you expecting? To survive it when he sold you out?" The assassins moved into position, their eyes locked onto Davin. There was no way out except through them. Davin’s mind raced, calculating his chances. He had to fight with everything he had—now not for his brother, but for his own survival.The fight began with brutal intensity. Davin launched himself at the nearest assassin, their blades clashing in a storm of steel. He fought with a primal fury, each strike fueled by his fear and determination. The assassins were skilled, but Davin’s training and desperation gave him an edge. He was a whirlwind of motion, his sword a blur as he cut through."Die bastard!! He yelled as blood gushed through the first opponent's neck. It spilled on his face and he licked it. He was used to the taste of blood, it ran salty through his throat, his hands stretching to the next as he tightene
The blaring sounds of gunshots announced their home-coming, it was no ordinary moment as the sparks of fire crept around the Shawn's pinnacle like a whirlwind, blowing and burning anything it gets in contact with. "Surge in!... Surge in, spare no man, spare not a soul!" Abacus yelled, his voice echoing in the darkness. Davin hurried back into the pinnacle, this time not to fight but to take over what belonged to him, the crown as the war lord in Shawntown. His name shall be written on the stones and sands of time if he prevails over the evil forces that held down Arctic city."Wait here, tonight we fight… tomorrow we nurse our wounds!" He said in a commanding tone and Micheal bowed. His eyes glaring in fear, his heart heaving hard, I wish I can kill him and present myself to the world as the leader of the third forces. He muttered to himself, but he also knew that Davin wasn't a man to be trifled with. He watched Davin move into the pinnacle, burning brimstone and fire, but as h
Suddenly a bullet pierced through the man's neck, and he went tumbling down. It sent shock down Michael's spine. He never intended to die, no not that moment. "Please spare my life and I will do anything you ask me to." Michael asked the merciless man that approached him, his face bore a mask that showed the reddened eyes of a dragon. "Drop that weapon in your hands to the ground or you lose it!" The man commanded in a deep voice. "I.. I will do just…" Michael stammered, as he bent to drop the gun to the ground, but quickly grabbed it again and pointed it towards the man. With a sudden move, the man shot Michael's hands, the force of the bullet piercing through his skin. With a loud yell, Michael screamed, his eyes darting in fear as he watched blood gush from his hands. Tears poured unchecked from his eyes. "... I'm hurt, this wasn't my intention, please spare my life. ' he cried louder, turning to Davin for a rescue.He could see the looks on Davin's eyes, it glared so deep
The morning light had just begun to show below the horizon when Davin and his weary comrades, having assisted James in tending to the injured, made their way back, the car driving down to Lord Puttin's mansion. The once vibrant air was now tinged with an exhausted silence, a stark contrast to the earlier tumult of battle. As they approached the grand gates of the estate, the sight of the opulent mansion standing against the backdrop of a scarred land was a reminder of what had been fought for.Inside the mansion, Lord Puttin awaited their arrival with a tense anticipation. His eyes, though narrowed in suspicion, bore the gleam of relief that his rival had been dealt with. As Davin and his entourage entered the great hall, the atmosphere shifted from somber to strained, yet hopeful."Lord Puttin," Davin began, his voice steady despite the fatigue that clung to him. "The battle has been won. Lord Shawn's fortress is in ruins, and Michael has been taken prisoner."Puttin's eyes widened s
Few weeks had passed since the war between him and the head of the Masters, whom he had found out to be, was his brother, Micheal. He'd recovered the kingdom, and he'd also saved his mother.Davin decided to return to his business after so many months of fighting for his kingdom. He decided to take up his business once again since the kingdom was now more peaceful than ever.Davin woke up to a bright morning and a cheery mood. After he was served breakfast, he went ahead to dress up and prepare for the day ahead.He looked at himself once again in the mirror and adjusted the collar of his black Brioni tuxedo. He'd been anticipating his return to the company, and he was sure he'd meet the company in a solid condition.He got into his black Maybach and then ordered his driver to drive him to the company. Once they arrived, his chauffeur hurriedly opened the door for him to come out of the car. He inhaled as he stepped into the confines of the company. His lips curved into a self satisf
Davin leaned back in his chair, letting the polished leather embrace him as he studied Helen's face, which was a mix of apprehension and relief. His confident demeanor seemed to bolster her, though she remained visibly uneasy.“Sir,” Helen began tentatively, “you’ve always had a knack for handling challenges. But Derek... he’s not someone to underestimate. He’s been working diligently and secretly for months. We’ve had reports of him meeting with key figures, and his efforts to destabilize us are serious.”Davin's eyes narrowed slightly, the intensity of his gaze softening into a thoughtful expression. He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a folder. He flipped through a few pages, revealing documents and reports about the company’s recent developments. His finger tapped on a particularly interesting page—an analysis of shareholder activity.“Derek’s timing is rather ironic,” Davin said, his voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of authority. “He chose the exact moment when t