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The looming war between Silas and the Phenomenals families was just around the corner, and preparations were well underway.

The major families across the world were mobilizing their forces. Among them were the newly introduced Arcanis family, the Fang Clan, the Ebon Frost family, and the Umbra Collective, each with their own legacies, resources, and secrets.

These families weren't just gathering their forces—they were training them rigorously. Using the limited knowledge they had on what they presumed to be Silas's superpower, they devised contingency upon contingency plans.

But even with all their efforts, doubt gnawed at their confidence. They were preparing for war, yet the enemy they faced was unlike any they had encountered before.

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At the Citadel, the Ebon Frost family's fortress deep within the frozen wilderness, Lady Selyna Frost sat in her private chambers, poring over reports from her intelligence network.

The tab in her hand displayed information on Silas, but it was all frustratingly repetitive.

Despite her relentless efforts, most of the information they had on Silas was surface-level at best—his appearances in the United States, the dismantling of the Black Hand, the war against the world's governments, and his recent destruction of the Fang Clan's operations in Chengdu.

All of it painted a picture of a man of immense power, but nothing offered a clear explanation of the source of that power or his weaknesses.

Selyna sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. After their humiliating defeat at Silas's hands, she had spared no expense in gathering intelligence.

Her spies had infiltrated governments, corporations, and even independent Phenomenals factions, yet they all returned with scraps of information.

The only thing they truly understood was the scope of Silas's power—and even that was incomplete.

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The prevailing theory among the families was that Silas could manipulate air. His precise control over the atmosphere, creating gusts of wind and redirecting flames, had led many to believe this.

Others speculated that he possessed telekinetic abilities, given his apparent control over objects and projectiles. Then there was his Diamirite Suit, a technological marvel that only added to the confusion.

Selyna herself had entertained the idea that the suit was the source of his power. But even she had to admit how ridiculous that theory was.

Silas had displayed terrifying strength long before the suit became his signature. The incident in the United States, when he defied every law of physics to save his family in under five minutes, had cemented his reputation as a force of nature.

"He's a monster," she muttered under her breath, the words bitter on her tongue.

And yet, despite the fear she felt, Selyna refused to believe that Silas Kurt was invincible.

She clung to the belief that no matter how strong, wealthy, or powerful someone was, they always had a weakness. The problem was finding it.

As she stared at the holographic display, her mind raced with possibilities. Could it be someone close to him? His family, perhaps? Or was it something internal—a flaw in his powers, a limit he had yet to reveal?

She knew Silas would guard his weaknesses fiercely, making it nearly impossible to exploit them. But impossible was not a word Selyna Frost entertained for long.

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Her thoughts wandered back to the night Silas had dismantled her family's elite forces.

The ease with which he had incapacitated her and their strongest warriors still haunted her. She could still feel the crushing force of his presence, the sheer dominance he exuded as if he was toying with them.

"Things didn't end well last time," Selyna muttered, rising from her chair. "But this time will be different. With the combined forces of the families, we'll bring him to his knees."

The resolve in her voice faltered slightly as doubt crept in. Even with their unity, could they really defeat him?

Shaking the thought from her mind, she left her chambers and made her way through the labyrinthine halls of the Citadel.

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In a secluded chamber lit by the pale glow of enchanted ice crystals, Selyna found her daughter, Lyra Frost, practicing her abilities.

Lyra's icy-white hair shimmered in the light, and her piercing blue eyes reflected her focus as she shaped intricate sculptures from frost and snow.

Despite her young age, Lyra was already considered the prodigy of the Frost family, her power surpassing many of her elders.

"Mother," Lyra said without turning, sensing her presence. Her voice was quiet but firm. "I know why you've come."
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Selyna stepped forward, her expression softening briefly.

"You've always been perceptive, Lyra. That's what makes you special."

Lyra turned to face her, her hands falling to her sides. "Do we have to fight him? What if this only makes things worse?"

The question caught Selyna off guard, though she quickly masked her surprise.

"Lyra, this isn't about what we want. It's about survival. Silas Kurt is a force of chaos. If we do not stand against him, he will tear down everything our family has built."

"But what if he's right?" Lyra pressed, her voice gaining strength. "What if the families have become too arrogant, too corrupt? Perhaps we should listen to him instead of fighting."

Selyna's face hardened, her voice turning cold. "Do not be naive. Silas Kurt does not seek balance—he seeks domination. If we do not stop him, he will destroy us all."

Lyra's gaze didn't waver, though doubt lingered in her eyes. "What if you're wrong, Mother? What if fighting him only proves his point?"

For a moment, Selyna said nothing, her emotions hidden behind a mask of authority. Then, her voice softened, almost reluctant. "Perhaps I am wrong.

But as Frosts, we cannot afford to take that chance. If Silas wins, there will be nothing left of us—our legacy, our power, our family. Do you understand?"

Lyra nodded slowly, though her heart was heavy. She had seen the devastation Silas wrought, but she had also seen glimpses of his restraint.

He had spared lives when he could have taken them, chosen precision over chaos. Was he truly the monster her mother believed him to be?

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As Selyna left her daughter, her mind turned back to the coming battle. The Frost family was preparing their forces with unrelenting intensity, their warriors training day and night. They would stand ready when the time came.

The Frost family wasn't alone. Across the world, other families were preparing in their own ways. The Arcanis family had begun gathering their forces.

The Umbra Collective worked in the shadows, their assassins and spies infiltrating every level of society.

The Fang Clan, despite their recent humiliation, regrouped in the mountains, their fiery rage burning brighter than ever.

But even with all their resources, all their power, a single question loomed over them all: Would it be enough?

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Back in her chambers, Selyna stared out the window at the icy expanse surrounding the Citadel. Snow fell gently, the silence broken only by the faint hum of activity from the training grounds below.

For the first time in years, she felt uncertainty creeping into her thoughts. Silas Kurt was no ordinary enemy.

He wasn't bound by the same rules, the same weaknesses, that governed everyone else. He was a force of nature, and forces of nature couldn't be stopped—they could only be endured.

"Not this time," she whispered to herself. "This time, we'll be ready."