Location: Tavara – Secret Estate, North Ridge
The stormy skies loomed above the North Ridge, casting eerie shadows over the secluded estate nestled between pine-cloaked hills. A sleek black SUV rolled to a stop at the gates, guarded by men in tactical gear whose eyes scanned every vehicle that came close. As the heavy gate creaked open, Victor Kane stepped out, his presence commanding immediate attention.
He had received an invitation sealed in wax—one that bore a symbol he hadn't seen in years: a crimson viper coiled around a dagger. It was the mark of the Obsidian Circle, a secret organization once presumed dismantled after the war that destroyed his grandfather's legacy.
Victor was prepared for anything.
"Commander Kane," a suited man greeted, bowing slightly. "You're expected inside. The Circle has reconvened."
Victor didn't reply. His expression remained unreadable as he followed the man down the marble corridor toward a chamber bathed in candlelight. A long oval table sat at the center, surrounded by men and women whose wealth could rival that of nations. But what bound them together wasn't money—it was control.
"Welcome back," an old voice echoed from the far end. An emaciated man in a silk robe raised his head. His eyes gleamed with memory. "We never thought you'd return to where it all began."
Victor took his seat. "I didn't come back for pleasantries. Why summon me after all these years?"
The old man smiled. "Because the game has changed. Your bloodline is the key."
Before Victor could respond, a side door opened—and to his shock, Damien Blackwood walked in.
Victor's hand twitched subtly toward the gun concealed in his coat. Damien, alive?
"Brother," Damien said, coldly. "We need to talk."
The room fell into silence, tension thick as steel wires.
Victor narrowed his eyes. "You have sixty seconds."