Meanwhile, back at the cliff — the icy sea breeze whipped against their skin, tugging at their clothes and hair. The first rays of the sun were already glimmering across the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow upon the dramatic scene.Peter knelt on the gravel, phone in hand, knuckles white against its casing. His whole arm trembled, not from the chilly air but from pure fear. His breath was heavy and staggered as he pressed the phone against his ear.“Butler… please… please listen to me… you… you don't know who these people are.” His voice faltered, threatening to break. “They’re not… not ordinary people. They’re… they're ruthless. They’re… monsters in human skin!”The butler remained unfazed on the other side of the phone. “Master Peter, please calm down. Whatever trouble you’re in, we will resolve it. The Gravesend family is the most powerful in Ravensmoor. There’s nothing we can’t handle once you’re safely back in the city.”Peter’s grip tightened. His knuckles were nearly bone

Williams remained sitting, unfazed by the nervousness that seemed to ripple through the room. His knuckles tightened briefly around his crystal glass of whiskey, then fell back into a casual grip.“No.” His voice was firm, icy. “Say it here.”The servant faltered, glancing around at the congregation of powerful men — all members of the Gravesend family and its empire — then nodded reluctantly.The butler let out a rich, scornful chuckle. “The thief must be shaken to his core by Master Williams’ power.” He turned back toward his master with a smug confidence. “He probably wants to come here in person… to kneel… to apologize in your own home.”Williams remained composed, unfazed by the sycophantic words. He raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey — slow, deliberate — letting the rich flavor calm the rage beneath his icy exterior."Hmph.” An elderly advisor crossed his arms. “Now it’s much too late. Guys like him shouldn’t be shown mercy.”The butler nodded, adding in a sinister tone,

The Next Day Gray clouds loomed over the city like a curtain of judgment. The streets, normally quiet at this hour, were buzzing with an uneasy tension. Dozens of men stood stationed at every intersection, alley, rooftop, and building. Their black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces made them look more like elite operatives than mere hired guns.The butler—an older man with sharp features, silver-streaked hair, and the calm demeanor of someone who'd seen too much—walked among them, hands clasped behind his back.“Positions,” he barked. “I want full lockdown. No one goes in. No one comes out. Understood?”“Yes, sir!” the men responded in unison, their voices crisp and alert.One of the younger enforcers stepped forward hesitantly. “Big brother… are we not giving these robbers too much face? This setup… it’s like preparing for a royal procession.”A few of the others chuckled, but the butler didn’t. He exhaled a plume of smoke from his cigarette, eyes narrowed like a hawk surveying prey.

"How about this—" Mr. Harrison raised his key with a confident grin. “Take my car. I just made a couple of calls. You'll be at the Music Plaza in five minutes flat.”Clara and Hannah exchanged uncertain glances. Hannah narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously hesitant. Clara, meanwhile, folded her arms, lips pursed in consideration.Before either of them could respond, the low hum of a sleek black car approaching caught their attention. It slid to a stop just behind them. The passenger door opened—and Jaden stepped out, tall and relaxed, with Drax following closely behind.“Jaden!” Hannah’s eyes lit up. Without hesitation, she dashed toward him and threw her arms around him. “I finally found you!” Her voice brimmed with relief and delight.She pulled back just slightly, smiling up at him. “I wanted to properly apologize about what happened at my birthday. Stanwell… he was completely out of line.”Jaden gave her a faint nod, his voice calm. “It’s alright. I already handled it.”Behind the

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cracked rooftop where Mr. Cooper, the chief butler of the Gravesend estate, stood with several plainclothes enforcers. Below them, the city of Ravenmoor ticked on in its usual sleepy rhythm—quiet, unimportant, and easy to overlook.A comm-link crackled in Cooper’s earpiece."The Royal Court has officially crowned the new King of War this morning,” a voice reported. “He now holds military power over over half the nation’s armed forces. They just confirmed his presence—here, in Ravenmoor.”Cooper’s brow creased. His eyes narrowed.“Ravenmoor?” he repeated aloud, puzzled. “Why the hell would someone like him come to this backwater?”It sounds almost unbelievable.He paced a step, arms folded behind his back as his thoughts ran wild. Dragon City is the political stronghold. That’s where the elites move, where power circles stay active. Ravenmoor’s nothing but farmland and forgotten streets."Sounds like a load of crap," one of his men mu