Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 416 - : Maya

Under the cloak of night, the Taurus estate, veiled in a tapestry of silence and secrets, was alight with a sudden, fervent activity. The matriarch, a figure shrouded in both reverence and sorrow, emerged from the shadows of her self-imposed exile, a seclusion that spanned fifteen long years.

The grand hall, usually resounding with the echoes of the past, now throbbed with the heartbeats of the core family members gathered within. Their faces, usually so stoic, were etched with lines of anticipation and fear, for the return of the matriarch heralded a time of both hope and dire portent.

She stood before them, a ghost from an era lost to time, her eyes reflecting the pain of a mother who had forsaken the light for the shadows. Her self-banishment was a penance, a solitary confinement within the sprawling estate that had been her realm, for deeds that haunted her every moment. She could not forgive herself for the unspeakable choices made in the name of her daughters, Thea and Eden.

The old patriarch, a pillar of strength now bowed by the weight of years and regret, had been her sole lifeline to the world she had forsaken. Each day, he would deliver sustenance through a small window – the only opening in the impenetrable fortress of guilt that she had built around herself.

Countless times he had implored her to rejoin the world she was born to lead, to reclaim her place at the head of their illustrious family. Yet, her heart remained shackled to the past, to the memories of her children, whose lives had been irrevocably altered by her actions.

The birth of Myra, the unexpected blossom in the winter of their lives, had been the only solace in her self-inflicted purgatory. The old patriarch had begged her to stay, to witness the heir they had created together, but the matriarch, bound by her own remorse, chose isolation over forgiveness.

The hall, with its high ceilings and walls lined with ancestral portraits, seemed to hold its breath as the matriarch spoke. Her voice, once commanding and clear, now carried the rasp of disuse, but its authority remained undiminished.

"The time has come," she declared, her gaze sweeping over her kin. "I have dwelt in the shadows, haunted by my past deeds, but I will not stand by while our family faces annihilation. I rise from the ashes of my shame to stand with you, to protect our bloodline."

The family members, who had only heard tales of her strength and wisdom, felt a renewed sense of purpose stir within them. The matriarch’s presence, a confluence of vulnerability and indomitable will, imbued the room with a fervor that transcended generations.

The patriarch stepped forward, his hand trembling as he reached for hers. In that simple gesture lay the promise of unity and the hope that together, they could weather the storm that approached.

"Someone performed a fate ritual," Maya’s voice, hoarse from disuse, carried through the chamber with a weight that seemed to press upon the very air.

"That’s impossible," Ryos, the patriarch of the Taurus family replied, the furrows in his brow deepening, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. The thought of such a ritual being performed beyond their watchful eyes was unsettling, to say the least.

"Maya, except you there is no other person to perform a fate ritual on this earth. Even if they try to perform one, they will die an instant death because of the sacred eclipse power," Ryos said, his eyes never straying from his wife’s face, a testament to their shared history and the gravity of her claim.

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A younger voice pierced the tense atmosphere, Myra’s confusion evident in her tone. "What is a fate ritual?"

The matriarch turned her attention to her daughter, her expression softening at the edges, yet her voice remained firm. "It’s a ritual to see the future, Myra. Normally, a ritual allows us to glimpse immediate threats and dangers. But a fate ritual is different; it can reveal the entire life cycle of a person or any clan in mere moments. However, the cost is steep; it is akin to suicide."

Ryos, a man who had led their family through countless trials, felt the weight of uncertainty. "Maya, do you know who performed it?" he asked, his mind racing through all possible scenarios.

Maya’s eyes seemed to look through the walls and beyond, as if she could see the threads of fate weaving around them. "No. But the echoes of its power reached even the depths of my solitude. We must act swiftly, for whoever dared to tamper with such forces could threaten the very balance we strive to uphold."

Myra, a mix of Taurus tenacity and youthful curiosity, stepped forward. "And if this person has seen our fate, what then? How do we fight a foe who anticipates our every move?"

The patriarch and matriarch shared a glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them. "We will do what the Taurus family has always done," Ryos declared, his voice gaining strength. "We adapt, and we overcome. This family has faced many threats, and yet, we stand. We will stand through this, as well."

Maya nodded in agreement, her resolve unshakable. "The path ahead may be shrouded in darkness, but we will light our way with the fire of our will. Let us prepare, for the fate of our family, and perhaps the world, may hinge upon our next actions."

The chamber, once filled with tension, now hummed with a newfound sense of purpose. The Taurus family, united under the ancient eyes of their ancestors, would face the unfolding mystery with the courage that had been their hallmark through the ages.

The spirited Taurus family remained oblivious to the grim tapestry woven by destiny. A death note, its ink still fresh, lay hidden in the folds of fate, a silent decree of their impending doom.

The promise of annihilation, sworn by a young man with eyes like twin suns, had set in motion the wheels of calamity. The Taurus family, with their heads held high and hearts brimming with resolve, were unaware that each passing moment drew them closer to their twilight.

In the meanwhile, in the serene isolation of Skull Island, Das lay motionless, his breaths a quiet rhythm in the stillness, watched over by Natalia’s unwavering gaze. Her presence was a silent vigil, her care a tender balm to his cosmic-infused spirit. She moved with a grace that belied her urgency, her every action a whispered prayer for Das’s return to consciousness.

Contrastingly, in a room lit by the soft glow of emergency lights, Thea’s life hung by a thread as fragile as spider silk. Eden, a force of nature, her mind a maelstrom of strategy and sisterly devotion, worked tirelessly. Her hands, usually steady and commanding, now trembled as she finally found the way to save her sister’s life. But the man who could do that is lying unconscious in the other room.

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