The Revelation

Fidel stormed into his quarters, determined to prepare for battle against Lamar. His father, Vladimir, followed him, concern etched on his face.

"Fidel, I don't think this is a good idea," Vladimir said, his voice firm but gentle.

Fidel spun around, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I don't care, Father. I'm going to rescue Ciara's children, no matter what."

Vladimir sighed. "You're being reckless and impulsive. This isn't a decision to be taken lightly."

Fidel crossed his arms, his jaw set. "I've made up my mind, Father. I won't change it."

Vladimir's face turned red with rage. "How dare you disobey me, Fidel! I've always been there for you, and this is how you repay me?"

Fidel stood firm; his voice unwavering. "I'm not disobeying you, Father. I'm doing what I think is right."