The Magic Black Card

A Sarcastic laughter

Grandpa Tristan stood tall, his weathered face etched with lines of frustration and determination. With a deep breath, he contemplated the weight of his decision. "The more I tried to rid myself of you and your family, Richard," he confessed, "the more your lineage multiplied. It left me with no choice but to involve your granddaughter-in-law and your great-grandchild in this tumultuous affair." A hint of a cunning smirk danced on his lips as he began to make his way towards his apartment. The anticipation of claiming what he believed was rightfully his fueled his every step.

As Grandpa Tristan stepped into his apartment, his gait filled with an air of purpose, a symphony of alerts chimed from his phone. With a flicker of curiosity, he glanced at the screen, where a series of messages awaited his attention. Each vibrating ping whispered a new revelation into his ears.

"Be cautious, Sir," the first message warned, punctuated by urgency. "Your son and his nephew are prepared to traverse