Cyrus Hart would never hand over his Soul Order. That much was certain.
“Farewell,” he said calmly.
“Trying to leave? Not so fast.”
Six evolution masters—Felix Lancaster, Justin Dover, Tyrus Hart, Finn Valmar, Liana Ivy, and Alisson Stormveil—closed in, moving like one deadly organism. The air around them seemed to thrum with raw killing intent, thick and suffocating.
Cyrus Hart’s jaw tightened. Six opponents. And he was alone. The odds were not in his favor.
“Kill him!”
A roar ripped through the battlefield. Lightning seemed to split the sky as the six lunged. Within seconds, Cyrus Hart was surrounded, locked in fierce combat. Lucas Grant patrolled the perimeter, watching every movement. Escape? Almost impossible.
“Brother Hart, I’ve got you!”
A streak of blinding light cut across
