Javier moved at the last instant, evading the strike by mere inches. The shockwave flattened the nearby walls, sending debris spiraling into the blackness. Valeria covered her head, shielding herself from the raining stones.Javier stood unharmed in the eye of the storm.The titan turned its hollow, glowing gaze toward him again. Its massive hand wrenched the spear from the cracked earth and spun it with unnatural speed, wind howling around the weapon.A second strike came—faster, more brutal.Javier didn’t back down.Instead, he raised his right hand, fingers moving in intricate, ancient patterns midair. A low hum resonated from his palm, gathering into a thin golden sigil

Hudson stepped forward, his boots striking the broken ground with a resonating thud, as if he were the harbinger of something far worse than even Lazarus' dark magic. His presence exuded power — unyielding and oppressive. Every inch of his being seemed like a force of nature, relentless and untouchable.Javier’s eyes flickered towards him, but there was no shift in his demeanor. The calm that surrounded him was like the stillness before a storm. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even blink.Hudson’s voice was low and dangerous, a growl that echoed in the stillness of the chamber.“You’ve made your mistakes, Javier,” Hudson said, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “You think you can challenge me, the legacy of centuries? You’re nothing more than an illusion, a child playing at alchemy. Your power is a hollow shell.”Javier’s hand still rested in the air, his fingers twitching slightly as if ready to strike again, but he didn’t move. He didn’t need to.“I don’t play at anything,” Javier rep

The night was thick with silence, but Javier Everhart stood tall in the aftermath of chaos, his coat lightly torn and blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. Around him, the wreckage of the battle still smoked—cracked stone, scorched pillars, and the lingering scent of alchemical combustion. Hudson lay on the floor, curled and trembling, his pride stripped away. The mysterious robed figure had vanished, but not before seeding a new storm.Javier’s golden eyes stared into the darkness, reading the invisible runes the enemy left behind. A spell. A message. A warning."This mark... it's from the Eldritch Convergence," Javier murmured to himself. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of certainty. The Convergence was an ancient cult of alchemists long thought extinct, said to have merged alchemy with forbidden arcane rituals. If they were returning now, it meant the world would soon face something it was never prepared to endure.And they had come for him.Before he could dive

Javier’s grip on the phone tightened as Heather’s words sank into him like a blade to the ribs. His golden eyes, previously calm and composed, now flickered with a firestorm barely restrained.Valeria took a step closer, sensing the sudden shift in him. “What is it?” she asked cautiously.Javier turned to her slowly, his face shadowed under the dim rooftop lights. “They named you.”Valeria’s breath hitched. “What?”“The attack,” Javier clarified, voice low and lethal. “It was meant as a message. For me. But they used your name to deliver it.”The rooftop silence grew heavier, as if the night itself was holding its breath.For a moment, Valeria stood still, her expression unreadable. But then her chin lifted, defiance blazing in her eyes. “Then they’ve just made their final mistake.”Javier gave a faint nod, but his mind was already racing. The Eldritch Convergence was never known for straightforward threats. Naming Valeria wasn’t just an act of intimidation—it was a provocation. A war