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Vedha didn't stand immediately. He waited until the lead man spoke, a sneer audible in his voice. "Times have changed, old man. This isn't your era anymore."
As the heavy gates of the local manor creaked open, a line of men emerged, their shadows stretching long and jagged across the dirt. They came with gold and threats, thinking a man's soul had a price tag. Vedha didn't stand immediately
With a sudden, fluid motion, the peace of the night shattered. What followed wasn't a brawl, but a storm—a whirlwind of calculated strikes and righteous anger. Every blow Vedha landed was a chapter of a long-delayed reckoning. By the time the dust settled and the rain finally began to fall, the manor stood silent, and the shadows had retreated. Vedha walked back into the mist, not as a victor, but as a reminder that some stories never truly end until the final balance is struck. This isn't your era anymore
Vedha finally looked up, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. "The era doesn't matter," he said, his voice like grinding stones. "The debt remains the same." What followed wasn't a brawl, but a storm—a