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.

his pocket-a life-restoring elixir he had

a dose, watching as the liquid

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

their energies intertwined, he sensed the depth of

no ordinary individual; the immense power within him was almost extinguished, like a

awed by the realization.

passed as Alex worked tirelessly to mend the stranger's

pulse of energy. The man was stable, but his recovery would require rare and costly resources-herbs and elixirs not

phone and made a call

immediate assistance at this location," he instructed. "There's someone here

ended the call,

It's Rudyard!" came the urgent voice of one of the children from the orphanage. "Josephine's been arrested!

he said calmly, masking

doors locked," he instructed.

moment, he dialed another number. "Julla, arrange for a

11

its way," Julia

rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment building. Alex boarded swiftly, his thoughts focused entirely

awaited him. He drove straight to the

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

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

what I asked. Did you strike him,

"You're ignoring the fact that he was

"Watch your tone. Mr. Carlo is a respected man in this town. His family's influence runs