Untold chronicles of power

Chapter hundred Fifty- eight

The Blade in Shadows had gathered in their clandestine meeting hall.

Jackson, their leader, stood at the center, his presence commanding respect and attention from the assembled members.

Those who couldn't be physically present tuned in through a private network accessible only to members, their faces illuminated by the glow of their screens as they listened intently to Jackson's words.

"You all have seen the situation unfolding in the country," Jackson began, his voice grave and solemn.

"I address you now with a heavy heart, for the root of this chaos lies within our ranks.

It is caused by one of our most honored past leaders, a man whom we once respected and cheered, a man whom I considered my father – the Old King."

At the mention of the Old King's name, a ripple of murmurs and whispers swept through the hall, the members exchanging worried glances and uneasy shuffles.

The Old King had been a revered figure among the Blade in Shadows, a symbol of strength and leadership.

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