The tension in the air was palpable as Alaric stood before his assembled servants, each one armed and prepared for the final confrontation. The Hargrove family, known for their cunning and secrecy, had been a lingering threat for too long. Now, it was time to bring them to their knees. Alaric, donned in his battle attire, looked every bit the dark ruler, his red cross pendant glowing faintly against his chest. His servants, including the ever-loyal Gilbert, stood ready beside him, their faces set in determined expressions.
"Today marks the end of the Hargrove legacy," Alaric declared, his voice firm and resolute. "No more hiding in shadows. No more games. We end this."
Gilbert nodded, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Everything is in place, Master. We're ready."
