VENGEANCE RISES

Kadmiel's Stand

Kadmiel’s presence radiated power and fury. His eyes burned with cold intensity. And the

air around him seemed to be cold and had with it barely restrained violence.

The auction house buzzed with a current of unease as Kadmiel walked through its grand

doors. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like waves crashing against a rocky shore.

Patrons whispered in shock and awe, their eyes growing wider and their mouth opening as

they recognized who he was.

This was not just a return, it was an event that set the city crazy with speculation and fear.

Kadmiel’s presence was magnetic but brought about unsettling thoughts.

Years ago, his name had been synonymous with scandal. The incident had forced him into

the military, tarnishing his beautiful reputation.

Now, he had returned, not as a broken man but as a prophet of judgement. His posture

was rigid, his eyes scanning the room with a fierce determination that yelled unresolved

vengeance.

As Kadmiel moved through the large and spacious hall, the silence was tangible. The

glimmering chandeliers cast a cold, unforgiving light over the faces of the auction house’s

patrons.

They were a mix of wealthy elites and influential figures in the society, their usual air of

superiority now tinged with apprehension.

Amongst them, the Wang family member, a slightly chubby man with a cruel smile,

stepped forward. His presence was a declaration of contempt, and his voice cut through the

silent murmur of the crowd.

“So, the infamous Kadmiel finally shows his face,” he sneered, his voice dripping with

hatred and disgust.

“What do you expect to achieve here? Redemption? You are nothing but a pitiful excuse

for a man.”

The crowd’s whispers grew louder, turning into an almost audible noise.

Many believed Kadmiel’s return was important. He had come seeking something that

seemed unattainable, perhaps even courting his own death.

The Wang family member’s taunts were calculated to provoke, aiming to undermine

Kadmiel’s authority and mock his very presence.

Kadmiel’s eyes narrowed, a dark resolve settling over him.

His mind was consumed by thoughts of his sister, who was still in the cage on the stage in

the auction house, suffering.

The weight of his failure felt like a physical burden, each step toward her a reminder of the

time lost. The Wang family member’s words were a bitter reminder of the power and cruelty

he faced.

“The Wang family, one of the Four Great Families, drove your parents to their graves,” the

man continued, his voice rising with venom that seemed to sting Kamdiel in the most

vulnerable places.

“And now, we are here to ensure you follow them. Unless you kneel and beg for mercy, by

licking my shoes, and hand over your sister to me, you will die here today.”

The taunt was more than Kadmiel could bear. His anger, fueled by years of suffering and

loss, erupted. He advanced toward the Wang family member with a fury that seemed to

radiate within him.

The auction house’s wealth contrasted starkly with the violence that was about to unfold.

Without a touch of hesitation, Kadmiel launched himself at the man, his fist connecting

with the Wang family member’s face in a brutal, decisive strike.

The force of the blow was explosive, echoing through the grand hall as the man crumpled

to the floor, lifeless.

The room fell into stunned silence. The guests, once filled with joy and excitement, were

now paralyzed by shock and fear.

Kadmiel’s face was a mask of determination, his gaze sweeping over the remaining

crowd. “Clear the auction house,” he commanded his subordinates, his voice cutting through

the heavy silence. “Now.”

Panic swept through the crowd as patrons scrambled to flee. The once chic venue turned

chaotic, the glittering lights casting dancing shadows over the frightened faces.

Crystal glasses shattered and silks rustled as people trampled over each other in their

haste to escape. Kamdiel’s enemies, however, remained unmoved.

Their expressions were gloomy, their eyes fixed on Kadmiel with a mix of satisfaction and

anticipation.

The Four Great Families had seen their chance to crush their foe after so many years, and

they were determined to seize it.

As the last of the fleeing crowd vanished into the night, the members of the Four Great

Families emerged from the shadows.

Their faces were mean and stern, their expressions a mixture of disdain and calculated

coldness. They were formidable, their presence a contrast to the chaotic remnants of the

auction house.

They circled Kadmiel, their voices low and threatening, murmuring demands for his death.

“You’re a fool if you think you can take us on,” one of them spat, his voice sharp and

tempting.

“You’re outnumbered and outmatched. Surrender now, or face the

consequences.”Kadmiel’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles grew cold with tension.

His gaze was unyielding, his resolve as solid as steel. “I’m here for vengeance,” he

declared, his voice ringing with determination.

“For my parents and for everyone you’ve wronged. I won’t back down.”

The auction house manager, a man with a sly smile and calculating eyes, stepped forward

with an air of false confidence.

“We’ve prepared for this,” he said smoothly. “Over a hundred men are on their way.

They’re armed and ready to deal with you.”

As if on cue, the doors to the auction house burst open, revealing a sea of heavily armed

enforcers.

Their synchronized movements and menacing stances were a clear declaration of their

intent. The sight of them was very intimidating. Each man was clad in dark, imposing

clothes, their weapons gleaming under the harsh lights. The air grew thick with tension as

the armed men advanced, their steps echoing threatingly through the grand hall.The auction

house, once a symbol of luxury and high society, was now a battleground.

Kadmiel’s breathing was steady, his eyes locked on the approaching force. The odds

seemed to be overwhelmingly against him, but his determination burned brighter than ever.

He knew this battle would be fierce and unforgiving, but he was prepared to face whatever

came his way.

In that moment, the auction house was transformed into a crucible of conflict. Kadmiel

stood alone against the overwhelming force, his heart steeled by the desire for justice.

The coming battle would definitely be brutal, a test of his resolve and strength. The stage

was set for a confrontation that would not only determine his fate but also the course of all

he had sworn to protect, his sister and his dead parents.