Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 903

Chapter 903: Part 2: A sense of normalcy is returning Chapter 903: Part 2: A sense of normalcy is returning Lowell Castle: Jonathan nodded, though he knew his master well enough to sense the unspoken worries that lingered behind those words.

The threats had been neutralized, but the game was far from over.

There was always another move to consider, another danger lurking on the horizon.

“Alright, I’m going to rest now,” Lowell said, his voice firm with finality.

With that, he turned and made his way up the grand staircase, heading towards his private quarters.

The toll of sleepless nights spent in vigilant defense had left him weary, and all he desired was a good night’s sleep-a rare luxury in these troubled times.

As Lowell disappeared down the corridor, Jonathan remained in the entryway, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions.

He had served the McClain family for many years and understood his master’s mind better than most.

Jonathan knew that Lowell McClain was a man who did not easily forgive or forget.

The families that had wronged Young Master Zack would not escape unscathed.

Justice, in Lowell’s eyes, was not merely a concept but a duty-one that he would fulfill regardless of the cost.

Yet, despite his loyalty, Jonathan couldn’t help but worry.

He knew the delicate balance of power within the inner post region, and how close the McClain family was to losing their standing as one of the top forces.

The cracks were already showing, and Lowell’s single-minded focus on protecting Zack had only hastened the decline.

Many in the family whispered that Lowell’s decision to distance himself from his own kin in favor of Zack was a mistake-a mistake that could cost them everything.

But Jonathan also knew that Lowell would not act rashly.

The Federation Head’s words carried weight, and if there was anyone Lowell might heed, it was him.

Jonathan could only hope that the Federation Head’s influence would temper his master’s resolve for revenge.

After all, a vendetta could easily spiral out of control, especially when the family’s future hung in the balance.

As he turned to oversee the evening’s duties, Jonathan’s thoughts lingered on the precarious situation.

The McClain family’s fortunes were waning, and it was only a matter of time before they faced the consequences of their choices.

The once-proud family was at a crossroads, and the decisions made in the coming days would determine whether they would rise again-or fall, perhaps irrevocably, from their position of power.

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Federation Headquarters: Federation Head Ben leaned back in his grand, high-backed chair, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation.

His mood had significantly improved over the past few days as the situation across the region began to stabilize.

The return to normalcy had lifted a great weight off his shoulders, granting him a long-overdue peace of mind.

The recent crisis had been a severe test of his leadership, and although the stakes had been high, the Federation had emerged largely unscathed.

Ben couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of relief and gratitude.

While other organizations had suffered grievous losses, particularly among their elite forces, his own Silver Mark Warriors had come through the ordeal intact.

It was no small feat-these warriors, the backbone of the Federation’s defense, were irreplaceable.

The thought of losing even one of them had haunted Ben during the height of the crisis, but now, knowing that every single one had survived, he was filled with immense pride.

The fact that they had avoided the fate that befell so many others was a testament to their skill, discipline, and the Federation’s preparedness.

Ben’s thoughts drifted briefly to the other organizations that had not been so fortunate.

He knew that many were now mourning the loss of their warriors, and that such losses would not be easily overcome.

In the world of power and politics, every Silver Mark Warrior was a critical asset, and the death of even a few could shift the balance of power.

But for the Federation, at least for now, that was a worry he could set aside.

With this in mind, Ben turned his attention to the next pressing matter.

He had been attempting to establish communication with the Star University, but so far, every effort had been met with silence.

This was unusual and troubling.

The Star University was not only a prestigious institution but also a critical ally.

Their expertise in both research and combat training was unparalleled, and their counsel had always been invaluable to the Federation.

The fact that he had been unable to reach them left a gnawing sense of unease at the back of his mind.

The lack of communication from such a key ally was not something he could ignore.

It was imperative that he re-establish contact, not just to ensure their well-being, but to coordinate their efforts moving forward.

Ben rose from his chair and walked over to the large window that overlooked the sprawling Federation compound.

The setting sun bathed the grounds in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows that stretched across the landscape.

As he gazed out, his thoughts remained fixed on the Star University.

What could have caused the silence?

Was it simply a communication breakdown, or was there something more sinister at play?

He knew that the unknown monsters and the sudden appearance of space cracks had taken everyone by surprise.

The chaos had stretched resources thin and disrupted normal operations across the entire region.

But the Star University was known for its resilience and advanced technologies-surely they would have found a way to reach out by now if everything were under control.

Ben’s brow furrowed as he considered the possibilities.

If something had happened to the Star University, the repercussions could be severe.

The Federation relied on the University’s research and innovations to stay ahead of the curve, and without their input, future defenses could be compromised.

Determined not to let this uncertainty fester, Ben made a decision.

He would intensify efforts to make contact, even if it meant sending a delegation in person.

The situation required answers, and he could not afford to wait any longer.

As he turned away from the window, Ben’s resolve hardened.

The Federation had come through the latest crisis stronger than before, but new challenges were already on the horizon.

And as Federation Head, it was his responsibility to meet them head-on, ensuring that both the Federation and its allies remained united and prepared for whatever might come next.

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