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 crafted

a dose, watching

man's forehead, Alex closed his eyes, channeling his own energy to stabilize

intertwined, he sensed the depth of the man's

within him was

awed by the realization. The man's abilities

tirelessly to mend the stranger's fractured

man was stable, but his recovery would require rare and costly resources-herbs

and made a

location," he instructed. "There's someone here who

he ended the call, his phone buzzed

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

"Tell me everything," he said calmly, masking

keep the doors locked,"

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

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on its

thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the

mining town, a vehicle awaited him. He drove

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

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

officer's eyes narrowed. "That's not what I asked. Did you strike

the fact that

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