My father’s body collapsed to the ground, lifeless. The weight of his final words hung in the air, but I barely heard them over the rage that burned through my veins. My world had just been shattered, my mind a storm of grief and fury. My hands clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. My vision blurred—not from tears, but from the sheer, unrelenting hatred I felt for the man standing before me.
General Zack.
That name alone made my body tremble with uncontained wrath. This bastard had taken everything from me—my mother, my father, my peace. Now, he would pay.
With a furious roar, I launched myself at him, pushing my power beyond anything I had ever felt before. I let it all go—speed, strength, light, darkness, every ounce of power coursing through my veins
