Ragnar and Serius couldn't reach a conclusion, and both decided to end the call before their argument stretched into the night. The longer they talked, the more pointless it became. Neither man was used to backing down; pride was too ingrained in their blood.
Serius was set on making life harder for Ren, while Ragnar wanted nothing to do with the feud. Every attempt at compromise only fueled their tempers further.
By the time they hung up, both were left simmering.
Serius leaned back in his chair, jaw tight. He had built empires, moved markets, and brought nations to their knees through influence alone. Yet, one young man — a mere gamer from the slums — had the audacity to challenge his authority.
He wasn't done. He would find another way.
His gaze shifted to the family portraits on his wall — each frame a generation of power. He would speak to Ragnar's parents if he must. They were old friends, and surely, they would see reason.
