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

watching as the liquid was

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

their energies intertwined, he sensed

power within him was almost extinguished, like a fading

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

as Alex worked tirelessly to mend

steady 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

"There's someone here who needs

call, his phone buzzed

children from the orphanage.

calmly, masking his

and keep the doors locked," he instructed.

dialed another number. "Julla, arrange for a

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its way,"

twenty minutes, the rhythmic thump of Helicopter Blades echoed above the apartment building. Alex boarded swiftly, his

awaited him. He drove straight to the local

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

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

not what I asked. Did you

"You're ignoring the fact that he was the

is a respected man in this town. His family's influence runs deep. Do you really think anyone will side with you over