Chapter 1965

Nordalus lay motionless on the ground, his lifeless eyes wide open. A heavy silence hung in the air. All eyes turned to Perseus, their expressions unreadable. "Perseus, are you okay?" Ramona rushed toward him, reaching out to help, but he stopped her with a glance. His gaze locked onto Javier, who had narrowly escaped his attack. A sense of unease crept over him. He had planned to take both of them down in a single strike. Even if he couldn't kill them together, he had intended to at least incapacitate them. That would have bought him enough time to finish what needed to be done. His strategy had been flawless—except for one thing. He never expected that old coot, Javier, to know the Might of Logan. Had he launched only a single sphere of the Might of Logan, Nordalus might have clung to life a little longer. But he hadn't. He had merged two, amplifying their power. The moment the attack struck, Nordalus' fate had been sealed. "Javier, you bastard!" Perseus pointed a finger at