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Both he and Marcus were sculpted by Raven Island’s crucible. Memories of the experience evoked a hellish panorama.

Victor was ice and cruelty incarnate, his legacy offering no quarter simply due to their blood ties.

Rain poured relentlessly, cascading over tens of thousands of acres of dense woodland, where they grappled with ferocious beasts armed only with their bare hands and where bullets mimicking raindrops sought their flesh. A narrative of cruelty could alone capture life on Raven Island. There was no concept of mercy within the training crucible. The sole preoccupation was survival—a yearning to emerge from this infernal expanse and be liberated from its clutches.

Death equated to forfeiture.

Bruce possessed little doubt that, were he and Marcus to perish during training, not a tear would grace Victor’s eye. In his eyes, fledglings who couldn’t endure the crucible weren’t worthy of claiming the status of his grandsons.

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myriad facets, he showcased prodigious prowess. Within the team, he unfailingly excelled. As

confess, there were moments when jealousy stirred within Bruce toward Marcus. Both products of the Thomas lineage’s cultivation, they navigated a shared upbringing. However, Bruce’s stature seemed perennially

Marcus’ presence, Bruce often felt invisible, relegated

was Mr. Fairclough who extended an invitation

the chamber’s threshold, Kaya enacted a feigned casual stroll, yet her gaze inadvertently darted inside, causing her heart

towering physique and resplendent countenance induced a_ rapid heartbeat. Hastily, she covered her chest, hastening her

epitomized perfection. He eclipsed even the most renowned of movie stars, captivating her

Marcus and Mr. Fairclough finally

by Mr. Fairclough’s assistant, awaited at the

Thomas, until next

surveyed the surroundings but couldn’t locate

in wine—an imprudent