The story begins with steel at two throats.
Samaira's sword hovered at Mark's neck, trembling from rage and heartbreak. In front of Mark, his blade rested against the throat of Samaira's father, who knelt on the cold ground, bleeding heavily. The silence was thick with betrayal, pain, and fear.
"**Why?**" Samaira's voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Why are you doing this?"
Mark said nothing at first, his eyes hollow and distant. Then, in a voice stripped of emotion, he answered:
"**For revenge.**"
Samaira choked on her sobs. "So you used me… all this time… just for revenge?"
Her grip weakened. Slowly, her sword lowered to the ground. "If that's the truth, then kill me. Do it."
Mark swallowed hard. His own blade dropped as he stepped back. "I'm sorry… I don't have the strength to do this anymore."
Suddenly, a voice shouted from behind them:
"**Mark! This man helped destroy your family! Finish it! Kill him!**"
"Shut up!" Mark snapped, turning his head sharply. Tears broke free from his eyes — not of anger, but of torment.
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**Before all this — before betrayal, blood, and swords — there was a history written in power.**
Mark once belonged to the most influential family on Earth. Their reach extended into governments, corporations, and the very shadows of the world. They possessed knowledge and resources that made them untouchable — or so they believed.
But power breeds enemies.
One night, the impossible happened. Nations, criminal syndicates, and rival empires united for a single purpose: the eradication of Mark's bloodline. The world turned against the family that once controlled it.
The invasion was swift and merciless.
Mark survived only by chance, forced to watch everyone he loved die. From that moment, revenge became the only thing keeping him alive.