The hound seemed more capable than any being that they ever encountered; they couldn't find its weak point at all.
Lukas, still standing protectively over his mother, watched the carnage with wide eyes.
He could see the similarities now—between Jorghan and Hawkin's fighting styles, between their forms, and between the way power moved through their bodies.
"Mom, Dad," he said quietly, never taking his eyes off Jorghan.
"Who is he? Really?"
The woman's face had gone pale as death.
Jamie Moorne had backed away to the edge of the platform, his mind clearly struggling to process what he was witnessing.
Scarlett, still lying among the debris, had regained enough awareness to crawl away from the fighting. Her compulsion was breaking, shattered by the sheer overwhelming presence of Jorghan's power. She looked at him with dawning recognition—this was the man who had saved her, who had promised to protect her.
