After turning against the Griffiths family, Miguel became a hunted man. Maxine’s assassins stalked him from the shadows, forcing him to live like a ghost. To survive, he needed strength desperately—enough not only to defend himself but to one day destroy the Griffithses entirely.

But Delta was a land brimming with talent and cruelty alike. Every corner hid a rival waiting to strike. Building an empire from scratch would take years—and patience had never been one of Miguel’s virtues. With death nipping at his heels, time was a luxury he no longer had.

After long nights of desperate thought, he found his answer. Since he couldn’t build a power of his own, he would seize the ones that already existed. Yet in Delta, survival alone marked a group as formidable. None would kneel easily.

Miguel’s plan was ruthless in its simplicity—he would challenge every leader to single combat. Those who yielded lived under his rule. Those who resisted fell by his blade, their followers folded into his ranks. It was madness, a gamble with his life on the line. But it was also the quickest road to dominance.

Once Miguel chose his path, he wasted no time. He began small, targeting the weaker factions first. Each victory fed the next, and with every conquest, his strength grew.

Piece by piece, he built a foundation of fear and loyalty. He then turned his eyes to the mightier factions. One after another, they fell before him until Delta’s underworld echoed with his name.

The factions under his banner often squabbled like wolves, but the moment he spoke, silence fell. His word was law.

Miguel wasn’t just a warrior with unmatched skill—he was a strategist who understood people and power as if born to command them. He was, in every sense, a rare genius.

Miguel hadn’t expected Maxine to uncover his identity. But now that the mask was off, there was no point pretending. The time for hiding had passed. He admitted with a faint smile,

“That’s right. I am the head of the Evernight Alliance. And now that you know, Maxine, you must understand what war between us truly means.”

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At last, he had the strength to face the Griffiths family head-on. Whether he would triumph or fall, no one could tell.

The Griffiths were ancient—a dynasty steeped in a thousand years of power and gold. But the Evernight Alliance was a newborn monster, forged from chaos and united under a single, ruthless will. Would Miguel’s empire crumble into infighting? Would the Griffiths be crushed beneath his shadow? Or would both destroy each other in a storm of blood?

The road ahead shimmered with uncertainty, every turn painted red. Maxine saw it clearly. Facing Miguel meant risking everything—the Serpent Society, her legacy, even her life. But she couldn’t walk away. Her duty bound her like iron. She drew a steady breath and met his eyes.

“You were born a Griffiths. You grew up under our roof. You know our laws better than anyone.”

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