Blood splattered across the dining table.
His father's laughter froze in his throat, silenced by the blade that pierced his chest. His mother's arms, once warm, fell lifelessly from his shoulders. His sister's smile, his brother's stubborn defiance — all erased in an instant.
Kael fell to his knees, powerless, as the flames devoured the only home he had ever known. The killers walked away without a second glance.
That night, something inside him broke.
"All I ever wanted was to sit at a table with my family. To live a simple, ordinary life. But now it's gone. And those who took it… will pay."
His voice cracked into a whisper, but his eyes burned with a promise that could not be broken.
"My grief will be their shadow. My pain will be their punishment. And I swear on my family's blood — I will be the last thing they see before they die."