“The tale runs deep and treacherous, Milton.” Arthur gestured toward a chair. “Settle yourself, and I shall unveil everything.”
Milton obeyed without hesitation.
Arthur’s face transformed, bearing the gravity of ancient wounds as he began weaving the dark tapestry of their family’s past.
Both bloodlines—Campbell and Griffiths—had once worn crowns, though centuries separated their reigns. The Griffiths ruled first, until the Campbells shattered their dynasty and claimed the throne for themselves.
New royalty never permitted old dynasties to survive. Complete annihilation remained the only acceptable outcome.
When the Campbells seized power from the Griffiths, they slaughtered countless family members and pursued the survivors across kingdoms, determined to extinguish every last breath of royal blood.
Yet, their campaign had fallen short of total victory. One Griffiths princess slipped through their net, vanishing beyond distant shores where no hunter could follow.
Three centuries later, fate turned its wheel. The Campbell dynasty crumbled beneath a new regime’s assault, and now they faced the hunter’s blade. A Campbell branch escaped across the ocean, and gradually, both families dissolved into history’s forgotten pages. But neither bloodline truly perished. ? ? ? ?s, ?s? s f?ndnovel.net
The escaped Griffiths princess had nurtured her family’s legacy like a poisonous flower, birthing the Serpent Society from her exile. The organization flourished and multiplied until its tendrils wrapped around the globe itself.
Meanwhile, the surviving Campbell branch had endured through sheer determination, constructing the Sun Group into a financial empire that commanded the world’s economic heartbeat.
Though the ancient battlefields had long grown silent, the Griffiths princess never released her burning hatred for the Campbells. With her final breath, she carved a sacred commandment into her descendants’ souls: the Campbell family must face absolute destruction.
When the Campbell dynasty finally collapsed, Griffiths operatives had orchestrated much of the devastation. Their patient infiltration and careful manipulation had accelerated the kingdom’s downfall beyond natural speed.
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Logic suggested the debt was settled. The Campbells had crushed the Griffiths dynasty, and the Griffiths had secretly engineered the Campbells’ ruin in return. But the Griffiths could not satisfy their thirst for vengeance. Only the complete extinction of every Campbell would quench their burning hatred.
The Campbells had refused to march meekly toward their graves. Upon discovering the Griffiths’ deadly intentions, they began forging their own weapons of war. While deflecting enemy strikes, they launched brutal counterattacks, racing to eliminate their rivals before falling themselves. Thus began generations of endless bloodshed, each family locked in a dance of mutual destruction.
Three hundred years ago, the two families had clashed in one final, apocalyptic battle. The Griffiths suffered a crushing defeat, and the Serpent Society vanished like smoke in the wind.
The Campbells celebrated their victory and sought to prevent future conflicts by obliterating every record mentioning the Griffiths family and their dark society. This explained why later generations discovered no trace of their ancient enemies.
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