Kapitel 31: It begins.
Lyrus rolled the final scroll shut, rage and sadness simmering beneath his calm demeanor. He rose, shoulders squared, as if bearing the weight of centuries. Kael's lantern light flickered over his face, revealing eyes like molten embers. Alyra stood near, fists clenched, and the gathered followers—from scarred swordsmen to quiet herbalists—exchanged uneasy glances.
They had come here following rumors of a HellSin heir forging a new path. Now they understood why Lyrus was so driven, so focused. Before their eyes, he had uncovered a tapestry of deceit: the Golden Serpent Sect's carefully orchestrated sabotage had turned a night of hope into a massacre and centuries of shame.
In the silence, Lyrus stepped forward, his boot crushing a piece of broken pottery into dust. He spoke quietly, voice firm as steel. There would be no grand speeches, no tearful pleas. Instead, a simple vow: he would restore HellSin's honor, exposing the truth to the world. He would not rest until the memory of that treachery was torn away, and those who destroyed his family's legacy faced justice.
The followers knelt or bowed their heads, moved by his quiet resolve. From that ruined chamber, a new chapter began—HellSin's reclamation had truly begun.
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