The Tyrannical Lineage

The one-year-old girl trembled in fear, tears streaming down her tiny face. 

Meanwhile, the little boy remained composed, observing silently. 

Heather Sage gently shook her head, acknowledging the imminent danger. 

"A sovereign pinnacle is after me. You can't stop him. Leave," she urged, her voice tinged with urgency.

Isaiah Cooper was a sovereign pinnacle. 

He stood firm in his resolve. 

"Hand over those children, and I'll grant Your Highness safe passage," he stated with indifference.

"Is it the sects or the powerful families that threaten my children's future?" Heather's inquiry was soft but charged with significance.

Braydon Neal held unrivaled authority, yet his zenith had long been established. 

None dared challenge him directly. 

However, with the emergence of his legitimate heir, the balance of power teetered precariously.