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Chapter 17 - The Fall of the House of Kale

The grand foyer of the Kale manor was a scene of utter chaos. Fine porcelain vases lay shattered on the imported marble floor, and priceless paintings hung askew as terrified servants fled through the back exits.

Lord Vane Kale stumbled backward into his own study, slamming the heavy mahogany doors shut behind him. He frantically reached for the ceremonial dagger resting on his mahogany desk, his hands shaking so violently he nearly dropped it.

CRASH!

The heavy mahogany doors didn't just open—they exploded inward into a million wooden splinters as Fenrik kicked them off their hinges.

Fenrik stepped into the study, his golden eyes locked onto the cowering lord. Behind him walked Revna, her golden aura casting long, dancing shadows against the luxurious bookshelves.

"Drop the blade, Vane," Fenrik said, his voice dangerously low. "It only delays the inevitable."

Vane swung the dagger wildly in the air. "Stay back! Do you know who I have connections with? The Grand Inquisitor himself owes me favors! If you kill me, the entire capital will hunt you to the ends of the earth!"

"Let them try," Revna murmured, stepping forward.

With a flick of her wrist, a beam of golden light shot from her fingertips, wrapping tightly around Vane’s wrist and wrenching the dagger from his grip. The weapon flew across the room, embedding itself deeply into the wall.

Vane collapsed against his desk, completely defeated, his aristocratic pride shattered into dust. "What... what do you want? Gold? Land? Take it all. Just spare my life."

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Fenrik stopped inches away from him, his jaw set like granite. "We don't want your gold, Vane. We want an unconditional, permanent surrender. You will sign a blood-binding pact relinquishing all claims to the northern strongholds, and you will confess to your treason before the High Council."

Vane looked up, trembling, realizing he had no other choice. With a defeated sigh, he grabbed a quill and pressed it to the parchment Fenrik threw onto the desk, sealing his family's downfall with a stroke of ink.

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