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 he had crafted

he administered a dose, watching

Alex closed his eyes,

intertwined, he sensed

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

thought, awed by the realization. The man's abilities surpassed anything he'd encountered

tirelessly to mend the stranger's fractured

pulse of energy. The man was stable, but

phone and made a call to

he instructed. "There's

call,

from the

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

doors locked," he instructed.

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

11

its way,"

rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment building.

landing near the mining town, a vehicle awaited him. He drove

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

report that you assaulted Mr. Carlo," he began, tapping a pen against a notepad. Josephine met his

not what I asked. Did you strike

within her. "You're ignoring the fact that

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