It was Azrael and he had been waiting for them. He just stood dead center in the hallway, masked, and gloved, wearing all black. The elite agents hesitated for a split second, their boots halting mid-step, exchanging uncertain glances, a moment of shock, if not fear, marring their faces. The lead agent gritted his teeth and barked, “Take him!” Three agents immediately rushed forward. And in less than five seconds, all three hit the ground, screaming. One shrieked in agony, his arm twisted at an unnatural angle. The second took a brutal hit to the chest, his body convulsing like a puppet on cut strings. The third… flung hard against the wall, stopped breathing altogether. “Shoot him!” the lead agent ordered again, his voice shaking now. “If we can’t secure him, eliminate him!” Azrael just watched, and he didn't flinch. The moment they raised their weapons, he moved, blinding fast. Like a blur. One second he was still, the next he was right in front of them, disarming the lead age

Lorian was seething. How dare this man, clearly beneath him, speak to him so brazenly? And in front of everyone, no less. Calling him “Early Exit” like it was some kind of joke? The sheer audacity! His fists clenched, and his lips curled as he prepared to explode. But before he could lash out, Alanah’s voice broke through. “Are you really a doctor?” she asked Leon with a serious gaze. “Can you truly save my grandfather?” Alanah seemed to have understood something from the conversation between Leon and Lorian, and although she found it hard to believe, Lorian’s reaction made it true which could also mean that Leon knew what he was doing. Seeing that Alanah still had a questioning look on her face, Leon shook his head slightly: "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not." He had seen it far too often in this era, people obsessed with appearances. They judged worth by how you looked, what you wore, who you knew. That was one of the main reasons why he wore the mask. Because wit

Lorian’s voice sharpened. “So what are you waiting for?! Bring your miracle doctor to the room!” He didn’t wait for her to respond. With a satisfied sneer, he turned and strutted toward the mansion, his footsteps echoing with arrogance. Alanah stood frozen for a moment before finally moving, heart pounding, hope flickering in her chest like a fragile flame. “I really hope it works “ she muttered under her breath. Alanah led Leon and Edward into the grand Hale villa, ignoring the sea of mocking laughter that followed behind them. The room prepared for Old Master Hale had been transformed into a temporary intensive care unit. Machines beeped steadily. The oxygen machine hummed quietly. A set of surveillance monitors showed various vital stats. Despite all this, the atmosphere was grim. The old man lay on the hospital bed, frail and motionless, a ventilator hissing steadily beside him. His pale face showed he was hanging on by mere threads. A handful of top-tier doctors and

Everyone in the room stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Old Master Hale’s eyes were open, calm… alive. The beeping on the monitor now steady. Even Lorian Hale, who had been so confident just moments ago, looked like he’d seen a ghost. His face went pale, and his heart thudded violently in his chest. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The old man wasn’t supposed to wake up. “Grandpa?” Alanah whispered, as though afraid her voice would shatter the moment, tears welling in her eyes. When the old man gave her a small smile, it was like something broke inside her. Alanah burst into tears, her voice trembling. “Grandpa, I thought I was going to lose you. I thought… they all said you were going to die…” Her voice cracked, thick with emotion as she stood close to the bed, crying openly. Leon, meanwhile, quietly removed each needle, then slowly, he turned his gaze toward the room. All the doctors stood in complete silence, still watching him, some in dis

”I know who you are,” Old Master Hale said quietly, a reverent smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Leon raised a brow, tilting his head slightly in mild amusement. “Do you now?”“You’re not just some wandering healer or miracle-working doctor,” the old man said with certainty. “You’re Azrael. The God of Dominion.”Leon was taken aback, utterly confused. The old man smiled at his expression, the lines on his face deepening. “I understand your confusion. After all, this isn’t knowledge a mortal like me should ever possess,” he said softly. “But I know what I know… and I knew you’d be the one to save me.”“How?” Leon asked, curious.“Because I’m part of a divine order,” the old man replied without hesitation. “Years ago, someone I trusted told me I’d fall gravely ill. That my time would come, but that I wouldn’t die. Not yet. Because Azrael, the God of Dominion, would come. And he would be the one to save me.”Leon’s eyes darkened with curiosity. “And this someone… who is he?”“Ez