Chapter 15: The Prodigal's Return and The Serpent's Hiss
The heavy oak doors of the Arkaan manor swung open, and Theon Arkaan stepped across the threshold, his travel-stained cloak whispering against the polished floor. He expected the familiar scent of dust and quiet decay that had clung to their home for years. Instead, his senses were met with the crisp aroma of lemon polish and the faint, metallic tang of mana-charged air.
He stopped, blinking in the light of clean windows. The entrance hall, once gloomy and sparsely furnished, now gleamed. Tapestries depicting heroic, if faded, Arkaan ancestors hung straight on the walls, and the suits of armour standing vigil in the corners were free of rust, their metal gleaming dully.
"Father."
Theon's gaze snapped to the staircase. Vicky stood there, not as the boy he had left behind, but with the poised stillness of a seasoned warrior. His eyes held a depth and calmness that belied his years.
"Theon! You're home!" Elara emerged from a side corridor, her steps light, her face radiant with a smile that had been absent for too long. She embraced him tightly, and Theon felt the firm strength in her arms, a stark contrast to the weary woman he had bid farewell.
"What... what is all this?" Theon managed, his voice thick with emotion as he gestured at the renewed surroundings. "The letter spoke of changes, but this..."
"It's a long story, Father," Vicky said, descending the steps. "Come, we have much to discuss. And there are new members of our household for you to meet."
As they walked through the manor, Theon's astonishment only grew. He saw Dwarves in leather aprons directing the construction of a massive forge in the courtyard, their commands sharp and efficient. In the sunlit gardens, Elves with keen eyes were tending to exotic, glowing herbs he had never seen before.
In his study, over glasses of fine wine that certainly hadn't been in their cellar before, Vicky and Elara recounted the events of the past months. Theon listened, his jaw tightening at the mention of the Lin family's arrogance, the attempted sabotage, and the slavers. His expression then shifted to sheer disbelief as Vicky described his duel with Kael Lin, the discovery of the dungeon treasure, the Blood-Drinker Blade, and the rescue of the craftsmen.
"You faced a Grandmaster... you secured a legendary treasure... and you humiliated the Lin heir?" Theon finally breathed out, setting his glass down with a shaky hand. He looked at his son, truly looked at him. The frail boy was gone, replaced by a confident, formidable young man. A surge of pride, fierce and overwhelming, washed over him. "By the ancestors, Vicky. What happened to you?"
Vicky met his gaze steadily. "I simply remembered who I am, Father. An Arkaan."
He then presented his father with the Space Ring. "This holds the treasure from the dungeon. It is more than enough to clear our debts ten times over and secure our future."
Theon took the ring, his hands trembling slightly as he felt the immense potential within it. The weight of a decade of financial struggle seemed to lift from his shoulders. "My son... you have done what I could not. You have saved our house."
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Meanwhile, in the Lin Estate...
The atmosphere in Lin Beilong's study was icy enough to freeze fire. The patriarch sat behind his ebony desk, his face a mask of controlled fury. Before him, his son, Lin Jie, knelt, his head bowed in shame, one arm still in a sling from his duel with Vicky.
"Not only did you lose the duel and cripple your cultivation," Beilong's voice was a low, dangerous whisper, "but you also lost us a fortune in trade revenue. And now, I hear from the city guards that a group of slavers in our employ have been imprisoned, and their valuable cargo—a Dwarf master smith and a troupe of Elven alchemists—has been 'liberated' by none other than that Arkaan brat."
He stood up, his shadow looming over his cowed son. "This is no longer a simple matter of a minor family overstepping. This is a direct challenge to our authority. The Arkaans are a weed that must be pulled out by the roots before they poison our entire garden."
He turned to a shadowed corner of the room. "Send word to the Blood Viper Sect. Tell them the price they asked for is acceptable. I want Theon Arkaan's head. And as for the boy... bring him to me alive. I will personally teach him the cost of offending the Lin family."
From the shadows, a figure clad in black gave a silent nod and melted away.
The serpent had been provoked, and it was preparing to strike.
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In Chapter 16,the assassins of the Blood Viper Sect descend upon the Arkaan estate, testing its newfound defenses. Theon Arkaan will have a chance to reclaim his glory, and Vicky's true power will be unveiled in a deadly dance of shadows and blood. The hidden craftsmen, Thomas and Sofia, will prove their worth, not just with their skills, but with their loyalty in the heat of battle.
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