Chapter 6: The Price of Revenge

The night was one of expectation, a drape of murkiness that appeared to loom over Victor Stirling's grand hangman's tree. He remained by the window, his etched highlights enlightened by the sparkling lights of the city underneath. The breeze stirred the draperies, the stir of mysteries conveyed the spirit. This was the night he arranged, an evening of retribution. Victor's spirit was engraved with profound scars of selling out. His family's royal inheritance has been destroyed by those he once trusted the most. His dad, Charles Stirling, developed a monetary tradition from the beginning, it later fell affected by insatiability, trickiness and extortion. The domain was taken from him, his family name was discolored. Victor vowed to pay them all. As the clock struck 12 PM, the last bits of Victor's intricate arrangement made sense. A delicate thump on the entryway flagged the appearance of his unwavering compatriot, Sofia. She was a hitting lady with dim eyes, a universe of insider facts and a furious assurance to see out Victor's vengeance. " Everything is set up, Viktor," Sofia expressed delicately as she gave him an exquisite dark envelope. Inside were reports that could uncover the hoodlums who plotted against him. Viktor's eyes remained on the envelope briefly. It was an emblematic second, the summit of long stretches of cautious preparation. " Much obliged to you, Sofia," he said with a low thunder. " The scales are tipped in support of ourselves this evening." They went through years invading the Stirling bunch, taken from Victor's loved ones. Each tip, each piece of proof was gathered for a particular reason - to cut down those mindful. Sofia proceeded, "The proof in this envelope is sufficient to push them to the brink of collapse, however we should watch out. They won't go down easily." Victor gestured, jaws held in assurance. He had painstakingly arranged for this second, yet he knew the risks ahead. " We are protesting this evening. It is the ideal opportunity for them to confront the results of their activities." At the point when they left the rooftop, murkiness wrapped them. Viktor's arrangement was a multi-pronged assault pointed toward hitting foes where it hurt the most. The primary objective was a mystery meeting of Stirling Gathering board individuals in an extravagance café. The proof in the envelope is uncovered, constraining them to deal with their wrongdoings. The air in the café was tense. The board individuals, totally ignorant about Victor's expectations, traded murmurs and stressed looks. Wearing wonderful garments, Victor and Sofia slipped into the shadows they couldn't see. Toward the beginning of the match, Victor realize that the following couple of minutes would determine the destiny of Stirling's gathering. Her heart beat as she got out of the shadows and talked, her voice reverberating through the fabulous lounge area. " Fine people," Viktor started in a deliberate and unflinching tone. " This evening you will confront the results of your activities. You figured you could double-cross my family, take our inheritance and pull off it. However, I'm here to uncover reality." The room fell quiet as Victor uncovered the items in the dark envelope. Records, messages and monetary data were projected onto the screen so anyone might be able to see. The proof was dooming, uncovering a snare of misappropriation, misrepresentation and double dealing crossing years. The board individuals overreacted when they understood the hugeness of their wrongdoing. Victor's eyes filtered the room, looking for the liable essences of the people who violated him. He found fulfillment in their trepidation, in their acknowledgment that their reality was imploding around them. However, the cost of vengeance was extreme. At the point when Victor ventured off the platform, he realized the fight had recently started. Cornered and frantic, the board individuals battled with all that they had. Furthermore, new adversaries hid in the shadows, holding on to jump on her weakness. The unease in the room was overwhelming as board individuals hurried to save themselves. Victor lit a fire that took steps to consume them all. The cost of not entirely set in stone, yet the last cost stayed obscure. Victor Stirling pronounced battle on his foes and the front line was set and the destiny of realms remained in a critical state.