The Return of Klaus Blake

A deep, sorrowful voice echoed through the silence. 

**"Son, I will take revenge for you… Whoever did this to you will not escape my wrath."** 

Klaus was in the depths of sleep, his consciousness floating in a void when he heard those words. The voice was filled with **grief, rage, and an unshakable resolve.** 

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. 

The soft glow of the chandeliers cast golden light over the **magnificent chamber**, but his attention was drawn to the woman sitting beside him. 

A breathtaking beauty. 

She had **long crimson hair**, cascading over her shoulders like a river of fire, and her **deep crimson eyes** held an ocean of emotions—pain, despair, disbelief. 

For a moment, she was frozen. Then, as if sensing something, she slowly turned her gaze toward him. 

The moment her eyes locked onto his **golden ones**, she **froze** completely. 

Her breath hitched. 

**"Klaus…"** 

Her voice was a whisper, filled with so much emotion it seemed fragile. Her hands trembled as she reached forward, hesitantly touching his face. Her fingertips barely brushed his skin, as if she feared he might **disappear like a cruel illusion.** 

Klaus, who had remained silent until now, **smiled faintly.** 

**"Hello, Mother."** 

Aesla gasped, her body shaking uncontrollably as tears flooded her eyes. 

And then—she **broke down.** 

With a **choked sob**, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a crushing embrace as she wept. 

Klaus could feel her entire body trembling against him, as if she was holding on to **a piece of her soul that she had thought lost forever.** 

**"You… you're awake…"** her voice cracked. "The healers said… they said you'd never wake up… I—" 

Her words failed as her sobs overtook her. 

To Aesla Blake, **nothing in this world mattered more than Klaus.** She had been ready to **burn down the entire kingdom** in her grief. And now—now, **he was back.** 

Through her tears, she suddenly snapped back into action. 

**"GO!"** she ordered sharply. **"Inform Arthur! And tell Father and Mother immediately!"** 

For anyone unaware, it would seem like Aesla was speaking to the **air**, but in truth, her **shadow bodyguard** had already disappeared into the darkness, carrying out her command. 

But Aesla didn't care about anything else right now. 

She simply **held her son close**, her tears continuing to fall. 

Klaus slowly sat up, **his golden eyes calm and calculating.** His body felt… unfamiliar. **Different.** 

His emotions, too, felt distant. **Almost… muted.** 

The system had already told him the truth. 

**He had been attacked by a soul technique.** 

If he didn't come up with an explanation soon, his family would start growing suspicious. And considering **who they were**, that was the last thing he wanted. 

But before he could say anything, the **doors to the chamber burst open** with a powerful force. 

Three figures stormed inside. 

The first was **Arthur Blake**, a celestial powerhouse feared across the continent. **A man of absolute authority and strength.** But at this moment… his usually cold, unshakable eyes were **moist with emotion.** 

Behind him, an **older man and woman** followed, their expressions mirroring the same shock and disbelief. 

They were **Klaus's grandfather and grandmother.** 

**Silence.** 

The three of them stood there, frozen, their eyes fixed on **him.** 

Klaus met their gazes. 

He knew what they were thinking. 

The heir of the **Blake Family**, the boy who had been declared lost—was sitting **right in front of them**, alive. 

The disbelief in their eyes was almost painful to watch. 

Klaus sighed lightly and offered them a **small, reassuring smile.** 

**"Hello, everyone."** His voice was calm, but **steady.** "I know you all have a lot of questions, and I will answer every single one of them." 

He paused, then chuckled softly. 

**"But first… I'm starving."** His golden eyes twinkled with amusement. "Shall we go to the breakfast table? I'll explain everything there." 

For a moment, no one moved. 

Then, **Arthur let out a deep, shaky breath**, his jaw tightening as he swallowed the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume him. 

His grandfather and grandmother exchanged a glance before **finally relaxing**—just a little. 

Aesla wiped her tears, **nodding vigorously** as she held Klaus's hand. 

**"Yes,"** she whispered, her voice still trembling. "Yes, let's go." 

And with that, they left the chamber. 

But deep inside, **Klaus knew.** 

This was just the beginning.