Chapter 969

Chapter 968:
Arthur released a weary sigh after completing his grim recitation. “Who could have imagined,” he murmured with bitter wonder, “that the Serpent Society survived our supposedly final blow three centuries ago? Instead of dying, they concealed their remaining strength, gathering power in darkness. Now, we cannot fathom how formidable they have become.”
Milton’s expression darkened under the terrible weight of the revelation. Nearly a thousand years had passed since the feud’s birth. The world bore no resemblance to its ancient form. Did this inherited hatred truly demand continuation?
Arthur exhaled another heavy sigh. “Your mother carried mysterious, unbreakable connections to the Serpent Society. Yet, destiny brought her to me, love bloomed between us, and she blessed me with you and your sister. Fate weaves patterns beyond mortal understanding.”
“What path should we choose now?” Milton asked. “Three centuries have elapsed since that supposed final battle. We cannot determine whether the Griffiths’ descendants have abandoned their ancient hatred or if the Serpent Society still prioritizes our family’s annihilation. We stand exposed in daylight while they move through shadows. The disadvantage weighs heavily against us.”
For three centuries, the Sun Group had danced with the world’s evolution, ascending to finance’s highest summit as a beacon of public legitimacy. The Serpent Society, by contrast, wrapped itself in impenetrable veils of mystery. The unknown transformed them into creatures of pure terror. Those who dwelled in brightness became perfect targets for arrows loosed from darkness. Though the Serpent Society’s resurrection stirred whispers of approaching doom within Arthur’s chest, his composure remained uncracked marble. He still commanded the chessboard with unwavering authority.
Silence stretched between father and son before Arthur’s voice emerged, steady as bedrock. “Deploy every Campbell asset to hunt the Serpent Society’s shadows. Whether the Griffiths have buried their ancient hatred or still nurse it, we must gather every fragment of intelligence about their movements. Victory demands knowing both enemy and self.”
“Understood completely,” Milton responded with a crisp nod.
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“Surround Elliana with our finest protection detail,” Arthur continued, his tone hardening like cooling steel. “I refuse to watch history repeat itself. What happened to your mother will not happen to her.”
Milton hesitated, uncertainty flickering across his features. “She refused our protection.”
“For what reason?” Arthur’s brow furrowed with genuine bewilderment.
A smile bloomed across Milton’s lips, radiating fierce pride. “She revealed her truth today. She is Death Thorn herself.”
“What?” Arthur’s legendary composure exploded into fragments. He fixed his son with an incredulous stare as understanding crashed over him like a devastating wave. “Then her sworn arch-nemesis is Blaze Wraith.”
Arthur reeled when he learned that Eliana was Death Thorn. First came shock, then pride so fierce it swelled in his chest. But almost instantly, his mind leapt to Blaze Wraith—Death Thorn’s sworn enemy. Such is a father’s heart. No matter how formidable his daughter was, his first thought was always her safety. Find the newest release on.net
He vowed to shield her at any cost. Even if the world saw her as Delta’s dreaded “she-devil,” she was still his little girl, and no one would be allowed to touch her. Anyone who tried would feel the full weight of his fury.
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