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.

small vial from his pocket-a life-restoring elixir

a dose, watching

the man's forehead, Alex closed his eyes,

their energies intertwined, he sensed the depth of the man's

individual; the immense power within him was almost extinguished, like a

warrior," Alex thought, awed by the realization. The man's

to mend the stranger's fractured life

of energy. The man was stable, but his recovery would require rare and costly resources-herbs and

phone and made a call to

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

call, his phone buzzed

from the

phone. "Tell me everything," he said calmly, masking his rising concern. As Rudyard explained the

keep the doors

"Julla, arrange for a helicopter to

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its

the rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the

landing near the mining town, a vehicle awaited him. He drove straight to the local police

shadows under her eyes. Across from her, a stern-faced officer leaned back in his chair, a smug

a pen against a notepad. Josephine met his gaze steadily. "He tried to

what I

the fact that he was

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