"Who dares disturb the peace in Verdant Vale City!" As the echo of the guards' urgent call for peace pierced the midnight air, it reverberated through the winding streets of Verdant Vale City.
The valiant sentinels, fueled by duty and resolve, sprang into action, racing towards the disturbance's origin, their boots pounding against the cobblestone pathways.
Arriving swiftly, their vigilant eyes scanned the scene, yet the perpetrator of the disruption remained elusive.
Instead, an assembly of curious onlookers had gathered, drawn by the unusual clamor that shattered the usual calm of the night.
These bystanders, with a mix of intrigue and anticipation painted on their faces, hoped for a glimpse of either unfolding drama or captivating entertainment.
Verdant Vale City, a bustling metropolis that served as the residence for a staggering one million souls, was renowned for its ceaseless activity.
Even in the depths of the night, the city refused to succumb to slumber. Its streets remained alive, illuminated by the glow of myriad lights and teeming with the bustling energy of its industrious denizens.
It was a place where commerce thrived, where transactions and negotiations continued unabated regardless of the hour.
From street vendors peddling their wares to late-night meetings in dimly lit corners, the city's pulse remained steady, a testament to the tireless rhythm of its inhabitants.
Shops adorned with colorful displays beckoned the nocturnal wanderers, while the distant melody of music added to the nocturnal symphony that enveloped the city.
Within the vast expanse of this urban landscape, amidst towering structures and labyrinthine alleyways, the commotion stirred the curiosity of many.
For even in a city that never slept, moments of disruption like these sparked intrigue and drew individuals from various walks of life, each seeking a semblance of excitement or novelty in the otherwise familiar routines.
As the guards continued their search for the source of the disturbance, the city's heartbeat persisted, its million souls intertwined in a tapestry of activities, aspirations, and the ceaseless pursuit of dreams that knew no hour or time.
And in this sprawling midnight canvas, the mystery of the disturbance lingered, a mere fragment in the bustling saga of Verdant Vale City.
In the morning, they would all witness the consequences of that furious roar.
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Kaelen's sight blurred, a sudden displacement bringing him swiftly to his target. His rage, an inferno within, blazed with an intensity that could rend worlds apart.
He harbored a wrath so consuming that it could eclipse reason and mercy; a tempest within a single vessel.
He would annihilate without hesitation, an avalanche of fury poised to obliterate anything in its path.
The fabric of space contorted around him as he clandestinely observed an intimate scene—an old man entwined with a young woman.
Their actions played out in silence, sheltered by a peculiar enchantment that cocooned the room, isolating it from the outside world's noise.
The old man moved with a primal fervor, his actions betraying an insatiable hunger for passion.
"You remain the same wretched filth, Silas Richmond. Your time has come," Kaelen's voice, distorted by the depths of his rage, resonated like an untamed beast.
With a subtle gesture, his digit transformed into a sinister shadow, homing in on Silas's little brother, a harbinger of imminent doom.
"What?" Silas abruptly ceased his violent movements, his actions suspended in a surreal stillness. He glanced downward, incredulous at the sight that greeted him.
"What happened, Silas? Have you finished? Can I move and take a shower now?" The young woman's gentle voice trembled with a blend of fear and relief.
It was no secret that she had been purchased by the old man to settle her father's debts. There existed no love between them; their relationship was one of obligation, not affection.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" A piercing scream erupted from Silas, a primal sound that reverberated through the room.
He clutched at his lower body, scarlet seeping from a wound that, inexplicably, began to mend under the influence of something mystical.
Though the injury healed, the damage to his younger brother was irrevocable, the evidence painfully apparent.
"So, you're capable of girly screams as well," Kaelen emerged from the shadows, confronting his prey.
He observed the fear in Silas's eyes, a smile curling upon his aged visage as he witnessed the once malevolent figure kneeling before him.
"Senior, I implore you! Spare my life! If my sons or grandsons have transgressed, the Richmond family shall compensate generously for their misdeeds," Silas pleaded, his voice tinged with agony.
He reached down, confirming the absence of what once existed, worsening the torment of his realization.
"Your sons and grandsons have no involvement in this, Silas. My business lies solely with you," Kaelen declared in a tone stripped of any hint of tolerance, his barely-contained fury palpable as he closed in on the aging malefactor.
Wisely, the young woman silently departed the room, leaving only two aged adversaries in this chamber of retribution.
"You're surely jesting, Elder. I am a mere mortal, an insignificant figure. My abilities in cultivation are a laughingstock among the city's tales. There must be some misunderstanding," Silas groveled, his demeanor now subservient.
He glanced at Kaelen, unable to recollect a face or a figure of such formidable power.
"Broken Boulevard District 13. If you suck my c*ck more, I won't throw your wife for my men to play, these were the words you said 80 years ago," Kaelen's words cut deep, echoing the hurtful past that still haunted him.
"Broken Boulevard District 13?" Silas muttered, attempting to piece together the distant memories.
Those were his teenage years—a time of selfish pursuits and heinous acts that brought him delight, a vice that had only grown stronger over time.
"Elder, please! It was youthful folly, a crime borne from innocence," Silas pleaded, rising with a hand on his groin, edging backward toward the exit.
The atrocities he had inflicted upon Kaelen rendered any hope of redemption futile. As he reached for the door, it refused to yield, locked against his escape.
"Help! Open the door!" Silas screamed in desperation.
"The doors are soundproof, just as you preferred them, Silas. It's time to pay your debts," Kaelen asserted, seizing the opportunity to confront his long-lost acquaintance.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Silas's screams pierced the air, a symphony of agony that echoed through the night. His anguish marked not only his own demise but also the fate of 10,000 others.
Each of them, murderers, abusers, and perpetrators of cruelty, met their end that night.
In Verdant Vale City, it became known as the Night of the Avenger—a night when an unknown powerhouse harvested the lives of the wicked, exacting retribution for those who couldn't seek justice on their own.