VEIL OF DESTINY :THE HIDDEN HEIR ASSERT

Ochieng stood in silence, staring at the photograph of Tielen, his closest brother-in-arms, beaten and restrained. The Grand Masters had made their move.

But they had made a fatal mistake.

They thought fear could control him.

They thought they could make him bow.

They had forgotten who he was.

With a flick of his wrist, the note turned to ash in his fingers. His eyes burned with cold fury.

Tonight, blood would flow.

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Ochieng wasted no time. He slipped into the underworld's veins, weaving through the city's hidden passageways, his mind sharpening with each step.

The Grand Masters thought they were untouchable. But they had never faced him at his full strength.

Every whisper, every informant, every shadow in the alley led him to the same place: The Black Lotus Manor.

A fortress hidden in plain sight. A place where power reigned and where the weak disappeared.

A place where Tielen was being held.

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The manor stood tall, its walls lined with guards—elite warriors trained to kill without hesitation.

Ochieng didn't hesitate either.

The first fell before he could scream. The second barely had time to draw his blade before a dagger found his throat.

Like a shadow, Ochieng moved—silent, ruthless, unstoppable.

By the time the alarms rang, the ground was already soaked in blood.

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He kicked open the heavy doors. Inside, six figures sat around a long table, their gazes cold and calculating.

At the center—Tielen, bound but defiant, blood trickling down his face.

One of the Grand Masters, an elder with silver eyes, smirked. "You should have stayed dead."

Ochieng tilted his head. "So should you."

And then—

Chaos.

The room erupted. Swords clashed. Shadows danced. Blood painted the walls.

Ochieng wasn't just fighting.

He was erasing them.

The Grand Masters, once untouchable, fell one by one.

By the end, only silence remained.

Ochieng walked toward Tielen, cutting his restraints.

Tielen coughed, looking up at him with a weak grin. "Took you long enough."

Ochieng smirked. "Had to make sure they knew who they were dealing with."

Outside, the city remained oblivious.

But in the underworld, a message had been sent.

The lion was back.

And he would never be caged again.

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