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Five Years Later
The world had changed.
After the fall of Vermilion Oath under Viktor's leadership, chaos gradually subsided. The once-dominant organization had been restructured under new leadership, and the shadows that once loomed over Lucien's life had started to fade. But even as the world moved forward, some scars remained.
The scene opened not with Lucien, but with those who had been part of his journey.
Ryan, once just another student in their elite academy, now stood on the school's sports field, whistle in hand. He was a Physical Education teacher, the kind who actually cared about his students. His energy and enthusiasm remained the same, but now, instead of chasing dreams of being the strongest, he was shaping the next generation.
Lena had gone a different path. Her name was now known across the country—not as a socialite, but as an investigative journalist who asked the questions no one else dared to. Her interviews were sharp, her reports controversial. She had a knack for uncovering secrets, even those that people in power wished to bury.
Caius, on the other hand, had never left Vermilion Oath. Unlike Viktor, he was loyal to the original ideals of the organization, and under Damian's leadership, he had risen to the rank of Co-Leader. His presence ensured that the mistakes of the past would never be repeated.
And then, there was Lucien.
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A Man on a Mission
The scene shifted. A dark alley. A single man walking through the dimly lit streets.
Lucien was following a target—a well-known gangster involved in arms dealing. His posture was relaxed, hands in his pockets, but his piercing gaze never left the man.
He had been on this mission for weeks. Tracking. Observing. Waiting for the right moment.
The gangster entered an abandoned warehouse. Lucien followed, but as soon as he stepped inside—the steel doors slammed shut behind him.
He wasn't alone.
Fifteen men emerged from the shadows, all armed. The leader smirked. "We knew someone was following us. Didn't expect it to be just one guy."
Lucien exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. Then, he smiled.
The fight lasted less than a minute.
Fifteen men. Taken down with precise, effortless movements. Every punch, every kick, every counter was flawless. They never stood a chance.
The last man collapsed at his feet, groaning in pain. Lucien pulled out a pair of handcuffs, securing them all without breaking a sweat. Then, he raised a walkie-talkie to his lips.
"Target secured. Send in the retrieval team."
Lucien Falkner was no longer just a fighter. He was now an officer in a special police unit, tasked with handling the most dangerous criminals.
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Returning Home
Lucien arrived home late that evening. But unlike the cold, lonely apartments of his past, this place was different.
He stepped inside, removing his coat. The interior was warm, inviting—a home, not just a house.
Evelyn stood in the kitchen, her hair slightly longer than before, her beauty only enhanced by the years. She glanced at him with a playful smirk. "Another long night, officer?"
Lucien smiled, stepping toward her. "You know how it is."
Before she could respond, a small figure ran toward him.
"Daddy!"
Lucien knelt down just in time to catch the little boy in his arms. Bruce Falkner. His son.
The boy giggled as Lucien lifted him up effortlessly. "You promised you'd come back early today."
Lucien sighed dramatically. "I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, alright?"
Evelyn crossed her arms. "You're spoiling him."
Lucien grinned. "It's my job."
The three of them sat together for dinner, talking and laughing. Lucien, who had once thought he was destined for nothing but war, had finally found something worth protecting.
And as he walked through the park with Evelyn's hand in his and Bruce running ahead, he knew—this was it.
This was what he had been fighting for all along.
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Final Words
Lucien glanced at Evelyn, his expression softer than ever. "You know," he murmured, "I've finally found what I was looking for… a place where I belong."
Evelyn squeezed his hand gently, smiling.
The sun set behind them, casting a golden glow over their figures. And with that, The Silent Arrival came to an end.
The journey had been long. Filled with blood, loss, and sacrifice.
But in the end—Lucien had won.
End of Chapter 63.THE LAST CHAPTER