Ultimate Vengeance of Ethan

Ethan's sword faltered in his grip as the man before him lifted his mask. His father. The very man who had betrayed him, the one whose hands had cast him aside, now stood as the leader of the guild—the Black Mask.

The room seemed to collapse in on itself as Ethan's mind struggled to make sense of the scene before him. The air was thick with tension, the sound of clashing steel muffled by the weight of the revelation.

"No… it can't be," Ethan breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart raced, a storm of emotions swirling inside him. Anger. Betrayal. Disbelief. All of them warring for dominance. This couldn't be real. His father had killed him. His father had let him die, and now he was the Black Mask—the mastermind behind the guild and all its corruption.

The Black Mask—his father—smiled, a cold, calculating expression that sent a chill down Ethan's spine.

"You've come far, son," his father said, his voice smooth and devoid of any warmth. "But you were always too weak to understand. Too soft. You could never see the bigger picture."

Ethan's body tensed as the truth began to sink in. His father's words were like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"You were never meant to inherit anything," his father continued, stepping forward, his gaze unwavering. "I am the true heir to this kingdom. The power… the influence… they were always mine. You were just a pawn, a tool to be discarded when you no longer served your purpose."

The words hit Ethan like a physical blow. The betrayal was deeper than he had ever imagined. His father hadn't just abandoned him; he had orchestrated his downfall from the very beginning. Everything—the death, the lies, the manipulation—was all part of a twisted plan.

Ethan's grip on his sword tightened. The anger inside him flared, but so did something else—a deep, bitter sorrow. He had spent so long chasing revenge, but now, standing before the man who had destroyed his life, he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. His entire world had been built on lies.

"Why?" Ethan managed, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and heartbreak. "Why did you do it? Why kill me? Why destroy everything I loved?"

His father's face twisted into a cruel smirk. "Because you were weak. You were a reminder of everything I wanted to erase. You were the one thing I couldn't control, and that made you a threat. So I removed you."

Ethan shook his head, disbelieving. "You… you're my father. I trusted you."

"And you were a fool," his father spat, his voice cold and indifferent. "Your trust was a weakness. You never understood the game we were playing. And now, you're here, trying to stop me. But you're too late. The kingdom will be mine, and no one—least of all you—can stop me."

Ethan's mind raced. He had dreamed of this moment for years, the moment he would face the Black Mask, the moment he would finally avenge his death. But now, standing here, facing his father, the weight of the truth was suffocating.

The realization hit him like a tidal wave. This wasn't just about revenge anymore. It was about stopping the man who was determined to tear apart everything Ethan had ever known. His father wasn't just a villain; he was a tyrant, a monster who had manipulated everything and everyone for his own gain.

Ethan's gaze hardened. His anger flared once more, stronger than ever before. He couldn't let this man—his father—win. He couldn't allow the Black Mask to continue his reign of terror. The kingdom, the people, they deserved better.

"You've already lost," Ethan said, his voice steady despite the rage bubbling inside him. "You may have spent years hiding behind your mask, but I've seen the truth. And the truth will destroy you."

His father's eyes narrowed. "You really think you can stop me?"

"I don't need to stop you," Ethan replied, his grip on his sword tightening. "I just need to expose you."

With a sudden, furious cry, Ethan lunged forward, his sword flashing in the dim light of the chamber. The battle between father and son had begun.

The fight was brutal.

Ethan's mind was clear, his focus sharp, his determination unwavering. He didn't care about the past anymore. He didn't care about the lies or the betrayal. All that mattered now was stopping his father. Stopping the Black Mask.

His father's sword met his with a clash of steel, a sound that echoed in the chamber. The Black Mask was no slouch—he was a master of the sword, his movements precise and calculated. But Ethan was driven by something far stronger than mere skill. He fought with the fury of a man who had lost everything, with the relentless force of someone who had nothing left to lose.

Their swords clanged together, again and again, sparks flying from the force of their strikes. Ethan could feel the weight of each blow, the strength of his father's attack, but he wouldn't back down. Not now. Not when the end was in sight.

"You were always so weak," his father taunted, parrying one of Ethan's strikes. "You'll never be able to defeat me. You're nothing but a child playing at being a king."

Ethan gritted his teeth, refusing to let the insults distract him. He had come too far to let his father's words get to him now. He had to win. He had to stop him.

With a fierce cry, Ethan broke through his father's guard, his sword cutting through the air with deadly precision. His father staggered back, but he quickly recovered, his eyes burning with fury.

"This ends now," Ethan said, his voice low and cold.

With a final, powerful strike, Ethan's sword pierced his father's chest. The Black Mask's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Blood poured from the wound as the Black Mask stumbled backward, collapsing to the floor.

Ethan stood over him, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his sword dripping with his father's blood. The battle was won.

But there was no joy in the victory. There was only the bitter taste of revenge and the haunting weight of the truth. His father, the man who had birthed him, had been a monster—a tyrant who had manipulated, betrayed, and killed without remorse.

As the Black Mask lay dying at his feet, Ethan realized that the true battle had never been about revenge. It had been about breaking free from the chains of his past. And now, for the first time in his life, he was free.

But the war was far from over. The kingdom was still in chaos, and the guild's influence ran deep. Ethan knew that his fight was far from finished. But now, he was no longer a boy seeking vengeance. Now, he was a man who would reshape the future.

And nothing—no one—could stand in his way.