After the death of the Sylvester clone, it was easier turning the tides of the battle. The other commander left from the enemy army was human and could experience fear unlike the clone who gave orders indiscriminately. Sylvester managed to carry Emily to safety, taking her directly to his study while Gerald covered him. He opened the door only to discover it wasn't empty. “Isabella.” he greeted his mother in law, his surprise at seeing her here making his voice sound weak. Immediately she moved around his table and jogged towards him, tears already streaming down her cheeks as she saw her daughter limp body in his arms. “What is wrong with her? What have you done to her? My baby.” she wailed, running trembling fingers over Emily’s unconscious body as she anxiously checked her for injuries. Sylvester moved away from her to the couch in the office and gently lowered Emily on it, taking care to position her comfortably. Isabella was there instantly, sobbing and kneeling bes

The news of Emily’s recovery spread quickly like wide fire through the clan, giving them one more reason to be happy and for the first time since the war ended, Sylvester felt the tension in his chest loosen a little. But the relief didn’t last long. There were still things to be done. There was the rebuilding of the compound for one, burying the dead and Viktor was still on the lose. Gerald stood beside him in the dimly lit hallway of the warehouse, fatigue etched into his face but his stance was as firm as ever. “The men are assembled, sir.” he said. “Those who survived, at least.” Sylvester closed his eyes briefly. He had known the moment would come, but knowing didn’t make it any easier still. “Let’s go.” Sylvester surveyed the compound as he stepped outside. Everything still bore signs of the war. Even the air was heavy with the smell of smoke and blood. He looked at the faces of the assembled men. their expressions were hollow, yet proud. Each of them had lost someone.

The first few months after the government ceremonies moved like a slow, unfamiliar breeze through the clan. Everything was calmer, almost unnervingly too calm considering what the clan had gone through. No sudden alarms. No explosions rocking the earth. No orders shouted through smoke. It was the first time in months that Sylvester woke up without the taste of battle lingering at the back of his throat. But he wasn’t entirely at peace yet. He still had a lot of work to do and Viktor to hunt. Only then would he wholly embrace peace. Thanks to the news of their victory against superhuman clones, people were coming in from everywhere with the desire to be members of the clan, including those with the potential to cultivate and the ordinary citizens. Also, the world has officially accepted him as the CEO of Red Dragon and he had fished out those corrupt guards who carried out illegal missions for government officials and handed them over to be punished. Now every platoon leader from

Two weeks at the resort bled past in bliss. Emily loved every second of it. Sylvester tried to. Truthfully, his body still reacted to every unfamiliar sound, immediately switching to combat mode of its a sound he didn't recognize but still despite that, he was trying his best to be deliberate in the learning process. Every morning, Emily woke up first, humming some songs she remembered from childhood while she flipped through baby name lists on her tablet. Sylvester would lie beside her, pretending he didn’t hear her whispering to the baby or giggling when the baby kicked at random moments. Other times, she dragged him for long walks on the sand, resting often but determined to stay active. It was complete transformation from the corporate woman he knew her as to a carefree dedicated wife and soon to be mother. But despite the peace, something flickered under Sylvester’s skin.. a subtle pull, like an invisible tether back to the clan. He didn’t mention it, not wanting to ruin an

It's been two years already and still no sign of Viktor. Some people were already beginning to doubt if he was really still alive or maybe he had moved on with his life. But Sylvester was sure Viktor still had some grand plan, he was just taking his time, waiting for everyone to relax their guard. One thing was certain though to Sylvester; whenever he decided to act, they won't be caught unprepared. Their stronghold, rebuilt the previous year, towered like a fortress of living steel, its reinforced walls humming with layered defenses that could withstand anything short of a natural cataclysm. Patrol units glided through the courtyard with organized precision, and new recruits trained with a discipline that reflected the very heart of the clan: resilience and purpose. Yet, for all the clan’s power and polish, Sylvester found his real peace not within the fortified walls but in the quiet space of the life he built with Emily. They had learned to balance their roles, leaders by d