The night wind moved gently across the rooftop.
Below, the city stretched endlessly—lights glowing, traffic flowing, people continuing their lives. The same city that had once been drowning in violence now moved in quiet order.
At the edge of the rooftop stood Emma Elarat.
A light jacket rested over her shoulders, moving slightly in the wind. Her hands were inside the pockets of her skirt, posture calm and relaxed as she watched the city below.
The broadcast had already ended.
But she knew one thing.
Joseph had seen it.
Footsteps approached behind her.
Several generals of her organization had gathered. Experienced men and women who had followed her leadership for years.
One of them finally spoke.
"Your Majesty."
Emma didn't turn around.
Another general stepped forward.
"What's your next move?"
The wind brushed her hair slightly across her face.
For a few seconds, she didn't answer.
She just looked down at the city.
Lights.
Buildings.
People.
Everything she built after killing Vencor.
Then she spoke calmly.
"He'll come."
The generals exchanged glances.
Emma slowly pulled one hand from her pocket and rested it lightly on the rooftop railing.
"Men like him don't ignore challenges."
Her voice remained quiet and controlled.
"He wants revenge."
She looked toward the far side of the city skyline.
"He'll want it personally."
One of the generals frowned slightly.
"So we prepare security?"
Emma shook her head once.
"No."
The generals were surprised.
Emma finally turned around to face them.
Her expression was completely composed.
"If we surround him with soldiers…"
She stepped toward them slowly.
"…he'll disappear."
A short pause.
"He's not stupid."
Another general spoke carefully.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Emma stopped walking.
Her eyes were sharp now.
"We let him come."
Silence filled the rooftop.
The generals understood immediately.
A trap.
Emma placed her hands back into her skirt pockets.
Her light jacket moved again with the wind.
"I'll meet him."
One of the generals looked uneasy.
"He's extremely dangerous."
Emma didn't react.
She simply looked back toward the city again.
Her voice came out flat.
"So was his grandfather."
The generals fell silent.
Emma stood there quietly, staring at the lights of the city.
Waiting.
Because somewhere out there…
Joseph was already moving.
Far away from the streets, the conflict had already reached another level.
Not gangs.
Not criminals.
Governments.
In private rooms, secure calls, and quiet meetings between powerful leaders, the situation was being discussed.
Joseph had begun reaching out.
Not to small people.
But to dangerous presidents and powerful figures who had known his grandfather Vencor years ago.
Men who once dealt with him.
Men who respected his brutality.
One by one, Joseph contacted them.
And when they heard his name—
"Joseph… Vencor's grandson."
The reactions were immediate.
Interest.
Curiosity.
Some even smiled.
Vencor had been feared, but among certain powerful leaders, he was respected as a man who never bowed to anyone.
Now his bloodline had returned.
---
Inside one quiet presidential office, several leaders were connected through a secure call.
One of them leaned back in his chair.
"So the grandson wants revenge."
Another chuckled lightly.
"And he challenged Emma Elarat."
A third man spoke calmly.
"We all know her."
Emma had become impossible to ignore over the years.
She had defeated Vencor.
Destroyed entire criminal networks.
Brought stability where governments once struggled.
Many countries respected her.
Some even quietly relied on her influence.
But still—
Some of them had doubts.
One president spoke bluntly.
"She's… impressive."
Another responded with a slight smirk.
"Yes."
"But she's also…"
He paused.
"…a 25-year-old woman."
Silence followed.
Then someone else added:
"And an attractive one at that."
A few quiet laughs passed through the call.
Their tone wasn't hatred.
It was underestimation.
"She might be overrated."
Another man leaned forward.
"Vencor ruled through fear for decades."
"And this girl killed him at nineteen."
He shrugged slightly.
"Perhaps she was lucky."
Another voice joined the conversation.
"Joseph has Vencor's blood."
"And from what we hear… he's extremely strong."
There was a pause.
Then one of them finally said what many were thinking.
"If they fight…"
A small smirk appeared.
"My money might be on the grandson."
Not because they hated Emma.
Not because they supported Joseph.
But because in their minds—
Vencor's legacy sounded more dangerous than a young woman who built peace.
---
Meanwhile.
Back in the city.
Emma stood on the rooftop, watching the lights below.
She didn't know every conversation happening around the world.
But she understood something clearly.
Many powerful people were watching.
Waiting.
Observing the confrontation between Emma Elarat and Joseph, Vencor's grandson.
To them—
It wasn't just revenge.
It was a test of power.
The legacy of Vencor…
Against the woman who ended him.
The wind moved through Emma's hair.
Her face remained calm.
Cold.
----
News channels around the world were no longer talking about peace.
They were talking about Joseph.
Screens showed footage of destroyed criminal groups, armed organizations surrendering, and entire districts falling under the control of one man.
Headlines ran across televisions and phones:
"VENCOR'S GRANDSON RISES."
"JOSEPH TAKES CONTROL OF MULTIPLE CITIES."
"A NEW POWER EMERGING."
Joseph moved fast.
Some gangs joined him.
Others were crushed.
In certain unstable regions, corrupt leaders quietly stepped aside rather than oppose him. A few small countries even began cooperating with him, hoping to stay on his good side.
People began saying a dangerous sentence:
"Maybe he's stronger than Emma."
---
Meanwhile…
Emma had not appeared publicly in a long time.
No speeches.
No broadcasts.
No visible actions.
Only silence.
Weeks passed.
And the media began to question it.
On a talk show, a political analyst spoke while Joseph's image played behind him.
"Joseph has taken control of multiple territories within months."
Another analyst added,
"And we still haven't heard from Emma Elarat."
The host leaned forward.
"Do you think she's preparing something… or avoiding confrontation?"
The room went quiet.
One of the analysts finally said what many were starting to think.
"…Maybe she's scared."
Across the world, people debated.
Some defended her.
Others doubted.
---
But New York was different.
The city that had once seen Emma defeat Vencor's empire firsthand still believed in her.
Graffiti appeared on walls:
"EMMA STILL RULES."
People remembered the night everything changed years ago.
They remembered who ended the chaos.
Even if she was silent now…
They trusted her.
---
High above the city.
In a quiet private building overlooking the skyline…
Emma stood near a window.
The room was dim.
The television behind her played the news.
"…Joseph continues expanding influence across several regions—"
Emma muted the TV without even looking.
Silence returned.
Her reflection stared back at her in the glass.
Calm.
Expressionless.
One of her generals finally spoke from behind her.
"The world is starting to doubt you."
Emma didn't turn.
Outside, the lights of New York stretched endlessly.
After a moment, she spoke quietly.
"Good."
The general frowned slightly.
Emma's eyes remained on the city.
"If they think I'm afraid…"
A faint smirk appeared.
"…Joseph will grow more confident."
The room became silent again.
Emma finally turned around.
Her eyes were sharp.
Cold.
Calculating.
"Let him keep expanding."
She walked past the general calmly.
"Every empire grows."
She stopped near the door.
Then added one final sentence.
"Right before it collapses."
---
if those powerful men believed she was just a beautiful feminine woman who got lucky…
They would soon remember
Why Vencor died...
Chapter end