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Chapter 323 Crush Them All
The frost-covered fortress in Eastern Europe stood as a testament to the House of Ebon Frost's growing power. Within its towering icy walls, a council of their elites convened.
The chamber was illuminated by the pale glow of frost-covered chandeliers, the cold seeping into every corner of the room.
At the head of the table sat Lady Selyna Frost, her silver hair glinting like ice in the dim light. Her eyes, colder than the air around her, surveyed the gathered leaders of her house.
"The annexation of Eastern Europe is nearly complete," Selyna announced, her voice echoing in the silence. "The local governments have been subdued, and resistance has been… neutralized."
A younger man, his breath visible in the icy air, spoke up hesitantly. "Lady Selyna, reports indicate that Silas Kurt has begun taking an interest in our movements. Do you believe he will act against us?"
Selyna's lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile. "Let him watch. Silas Kurt may have defeated the Black Hand, but he has yet to face a true legacy. We are not some shadow organization; we are the inheritors of centuries of power. If he dares interfere, he will learn what it means to challenge the Frost."
The room murmured in agreement, though a few members exchanged uneasy glances. Silas's reputation was no small thing, and even the House of Ebon Frost couldn't deny the weight of his name.
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Meanwhile, deep within his underground facility, Silas stood before a massive holographic map, his arms crossed as he studied the data Luna had compiled. The map was littered with markers, each one representing a Phenomenals faction that had risen to power.
{Master, the House of Ebon Frost has expanded its territory by another 15%,} Luna reported.
{They now control key trade routes across Eastern Europe. Resistance from local governments has been minimal, likely due to fear of their cryokinetic abilities.}
Silas nodded, his jaw tightening. "What about the Blazing Fang Clan?"
{They have begun advancing into Southeast Asia. Reports indicate they are using their powers to intimidate smaller factions into submission. Some regions have already pledged allegiance to them in exchange for protection.}
"And the Umbra Collective?"
{They continue to consolidate their hold on South America. Unlike the Frost or Fang, the Collective operates with less visible force, but their influence is no less dangerous. Entire regions now operate under their shadow, both figuratively and literally.}
Silas exhaled slowly. "The world's tearing itself apart. And no one is stepping up to stop it."
{That is incorrect, Master. The world is waiting for you to step up.}
Her words lingered in the air, heavy with truth. Silas knew Luna was right. The world's governments were too fractured, too weakened to mount any real resistance against the Phenomenals factions. The only one who could stand against them was him.
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As Silas continued his preparations, a notification appeared on his main display. Luna's voice echoed softly. {A message has been received from the Umbra Collective. Would you like me to play it?}
"Go ahead," Silas said, intrigued.
The holographic screen flickered to life, revealing a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. The figure's voice was low and smooth, laced with a quiet menace.
"Silas Kurt," the figure began, "we have watched your rise with great interest. You have reshaped the world, dismantled the old order, and created an opportunity for a new one to take its place.
We, the Umbra Collective, do not seek conflict with you. We believe in order, as you do. Join us, and together, we can build a world where the strong protect the weak."
Silas smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Order? Is that what you call shadowy control over entire regions? What happens to the people who don't fall in line with your vision of 'order'? Do they simply disappear?"
The figure paused, their shadowy form flickering slightly. "We do what is necessary to maintain balance. And if you do not join us, you may find yourself on the wrong side of it."
The screen went dark.
{They are attempting to manipulate you, Master,} Luna said. {Their proposal is insincere.}
"I know," Silas replied, his expression hardening. "They're just another group trying to play god. And I've had enough of those."
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Across the globe, tensions continued to escalate. The House of Ebon Frost, the Blazing Fang Clan, and the Umbra Collective were not the only players in this new world order.
Smaller Phenomenals factions began rising as well, emboldened by the chaos and seeking to carve out their own territories. The world was rapidly descending into a fractured, feudal-like state.
Silas's refusal to act thus far had only fueled the fire. Governments that had once resented his interference now begged for his intervention.
The media painted him as a villain and a savior in equal measure, their headlines reflecting the world's confusion:
"Silas Kurt: The Man Who Broke the World?"
"Can Silas Save Us Again?"
"The Rise of the Phenomenals: Is This the End of Nations?"
Silas watched it all in silence, his resolve growing stronger with each passing day. He knew he couldn't stay on the sidelines forever.
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The breaking point came when news broke of a massacre in a small Eastern European town. The House of Ebon Frost had entered the town to "secure" it for their growing territory, but the local population had resisted.
The Frost had responded with brutal efficiency, their icy powers leaving hundreds dead and the town frozen in time, its streets and buildings encased in ice.
Silas stared at the images on the screen, his jaw clenched tightly. The faces of the victims—men, women, children—were seared into his mind. This wasn't power. This was tyranny.
Silas wasn't an angel but in the faces of those people that were frozen to death, he saw his brother, his father and Kim. What if it was them?
"Luna," he said, his voice low and cold. "Send a message to the world. Let everyone know that I'm done watching."
{Message prepared. What should it say, Master?}
Silas thought for a moment, then spoke, his words firm and unyielding. "Tell them this: 'The world may be divided, but it is not theirs to claim. To the Phenomenals families, clans, and factions—your reign ends now.'"
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The message was broadcast across every network, every screen, every device. It was simple, direct, and left no room for interpretation. The world erupted in response, the news spreading like wildfire.
In the halls of the House of Ebon Frost, Lady Selyna watched the broadcast with a smirk. "He finally decides to act. Good. Let him come."
In the mountains of Asia, the leader of the Blazing Fang Clan roared with laughter. "Let's see if the man who toppled the Black Hand can handle true power."
And in the shadows of the Umbra Collective, whispers spread like wildfire. "The storm approaches."
Silas stood in his control room, his eyes fixed on the map of the world. The pieces were moving into place, and he was ready to meet them head-on.
"The war may have ended," he muttered to himself, "but the fight is far from over."
"I won't hold back. I will crush them all. Even if it means I have to rule this world to restore it to order, I will do it."