The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 78

Alex stood before the weathered facade of the old eight-story apartment building, clutching the worn postcard Ruth Everheart had given him-the only clue to his forgotten past.

The faded letters read, "813."

Climbing the creaking stairs to the eighth floor, he found the door marked with the same number. He knocked firmly but received no response.

Just then, the door of the neighboring unit, 812, creaked open. An elderly man peered out, his eyes clouded with

age.

"No one's lived there in years," he rasped. "Place has been empty as long as I can remember."

"Thank you," Alex replied, offering a polite nod.

As the old man shuffled away, Alex turned back to the door. Taking a deep breath, he carefully picked the lock and slipped inside.

Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight piercing through the drawn curtains. The air was thick, heavy with neglect.

Alex moved cautiously through the dimly lit rooms, his footsteps echoing softly on the worn wooden floors.

In the bedroom, he stopped short.

Lying on a dilapidated bed was a man-gaunt, pale, and barely clinging to life. His shallow breaths were barely perceptible, as though he were in hibernation.

Alex's heart tightened. "Hang on," he whispered, rushing to the man's side.

retrieved a small vial from his pocket-a life-restoring elixir he had

watching as the liquid was

the man's forehead, Alex closed his eyes, channeling his

intertwined, he sensed the depth of

the immense power within

Alex thought, awed by the realization. The man's abilities surpassed

passed as Alex worked tirelessly to mend the stranger's fractured

man was stable, but his recovery would

pulled out his phone and made

assistance at this location," he instructed. "There's someone here who needs specialized care. Bring everything

the call, his

the urgent voice of one of the children from the orphanage. "Josephine's been arrested! They took her away, and

the phone. "Tell me everything," he said calmly,

the doors locked," he

he dialed another number. "Julla, arrange for a helicopter to

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on its

of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment

awaited him. He drove straight

harsh fluorescent light casting deep shadows under her eyes. Across from her, a stern-faced officer leaned back in his chair, a

Carlo," he began, tapping a pen against a notepad. Josephine met his gaze steadily. "He tried

not what I asked. Did you strike him, yes

flared within her. "You're ignoring the fact that he was

his hand on the table. "Watch your tone. Mr. Carlo is a respected man in this town. His