Kent’s breath caught in his throat as he imagined the scene—the Supreme Fist Magus, his powerful frame silhouetted against the sky, facing down an entire army with nothing but his fists and his resolve.
“The Supreme Fist Magus fought like a man possessed,” Tang Zi said, his voice filled with admiration. “He stood against thousands, each punch a testament to his indomitable will. He was a wall, unyielding and immovable. But even the mightiest wall can crumble when faced with the full force of the 9 Realms Association.
It was Jason, the head of the Association, who finally brought him down. With a brutal strike, Jason ended his life, declaring the Wizard Association as traitors in the process.”
Tang Zi’s voice faltered, the memory of that day clearly haunting him. “But just when it seemed that all hope was lost, a new figure emerged from the shadows—a man who would turn the tide of the entire war.
The Supreme Sword Magus of the Blue Planet, a warrior whose name alone struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. With a single sword, he carved his way through the Quinn family’s forces, his blade cutting through the air like a whisper of death. He was unstoppable, his power unmatched.”
Kent could imagine it as he saw the sword magus and his sword.
“With his unparalleled skill, the Supreme Sword Magus brought balance to the war,” Tang Zi continued, his voice filled with awe. “He confronted Jason, the man who had declared war on your family, and forced him to the negotiating table.
The result was a peace decree—a fragile truce that saved countless lives. The Clark family was declared outcasts, stripped of their prime position within the Wizard Association. But in exchange, the Quinn family and the 9 Realms Association were forbidden from setting foot on the Blue Planet without the Wizard Association’s permission.”
Tang Zi’s gaze softened as he looked at Kent. “And so, the war came to an end, but the cost was great. Your family was shattered, your mother forced into exile, and the Clark family left in ruins. But your mother… she did everything in her power to protect you, Kent. She sacrificed everything—her home, her status, her very life—to keep you safe from the dangers that threatened you.”
Kent’s heart ached with the weight of the truth, the sacrifices made in his name, the blood that had been spilled to ensure his survival. He could feel the fire of determination burning within him, a resolve to live up to the legacy that had been forged in battle and blood.
“And now,” Tang Zi said, his voice resolute, “it’s up to you to carry that legacy forward, to honor the sacrifices made by those who came before you. The road ahead won’t be easy, but you’re not alone. We stand with you, ready to fight by your side, no matter what comes.”
The fire crackled softly, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold knot of emotion tightening in Kent’s chest.
The flickering flames danced in his glassy eyes, and he felt the tears well up despite his efforts to keep them at bay. The wine glass in his hand trembled as he gripped it tighter, the knuckles of his hand turning white. He stared into the flames, the anger and sorrow churning inside him like a storm ready to break free.
A single tear escaped, sliding down his cheek, the warm droplet tracing a path down to his arm where it fell, sizzling as it met his hot skin.
The brief sting brought him back to reality, but the weight of his emotions lingered. He blinked, the tear now gone, but the pain it symbolized still searing his heart.
Before Kent could speak, before he could let his fury loose, Master Tang Zi’s voice cut through the silence. The tone was measured, filled with understanding but also authority.
“I know how you feel now, Kent,” Tang Zi said, his gaze steady and filled with the wisdom of a man who had endured his own trials. “But control your rage and anger for now. Those emotions, if unleashed prematurely, will only consume you and cloud your judgment. When the time comes, you will have your opportunity to take revenge for every misdeed done by the Quinn family. But not now.” Explore more stories with empire
Kent’s breath hitched as he listened, the storm inside him raging against the calmness of Tang Zi’s words.
Tang Zi continued, his voice growing softer, yet more impactful. “You must also understand one thing—your father is not a bad person. He did what he thought was best for the Quinn family. In his pursuit of power, he forgot his role as your father, but that doesn’t make him evil.
It just makes him a man, flawed and lost in his ambition. Your mother, however, has not forgotten. She made a vow, a solemn promise to herself, to crumble the Quinn family and to make you, her son, the king of the Seventh Realm. She has waited so many years, biding her time, to serve her revenge cold.”
Tang Zi’s words resonated deeply, the truth of them settling heavily on Kent’s heart. “I hope you will be an asset to her,” Tang Zi said, his voice carrying a weight of expectation. “Become her support, the pillar she can lean on. Only you can make her feel happiness in this world, Kent. Don’t forget that.”
A heavy silence followed Tang Zi’s words, the crackling fire the only sound that filled the night. Kent’s mind raced, torn between the anger he felt and the duty he knew awaited him. Finally, he stood, the decision forming in his mind. He needed space, time to clear his head and to channel the storm within him.
Without a word, Kent turned and began walking into the dense forest, his steps determined yet heavy with the weight of his thoughts.
“Where are you going?” Tang Zi’s voice called out, breaking the stillness. The question was gentle, more concerned than accusatory.
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