I took a step back, my body still aching from the last blow, and narrowed my eyes at the man in front of me. His muscles were still pulsing unnaturally, his veins dark and bulging.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” I asked, breathing heavily.
Jackson, still seated at the table, casually swirled the wine in his glass before taking a sip. “This, Ryder… is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You see, this is what I call revolution.”
I tensed. Revolution?
Jackson continued, gesturing lazily at the monstrous man standing before me. “The world is changing, Ryder. The strong survive, the weak perish. But strength alone is not enough. We need something… more.” He smirked. “That’s why Erebus was crea
