Barbara stood in the center of the living room, her posture stiff, her shoulders squared as though she were bracing herself against an invisible storm. The chandelier above cast a warm glow, but it did nothing to soften the tension that filled the space. Her face was pale, drawn tight with resolve, and though she refused to show it, the weight of what she had just revealed pressed heavily on her chest.Around her, the Sullivan family members murmured among themselves. The sound grew louder with every passing second—voices overlapping in disbelief, irritation, mockery, and denial. Some laughed under their breath, convinced Barbara was exaggerating or misled. Others shook their heads sharply, refusing to accept the implications of her words. A few whispered to one another, their confidence wavering as uncertainty crept in.“I am serious,” Barbara said sharply, her voice slicing through the noise like a blade through cloth. She did not raise her voice, yet it carried authority. “I am not

Upon hearing the facts—that Logan was no ordinary man, that the job of getting rid of him could not be handled by just one man, let alone just any man—the person on the other end of the line burst into loud, mocking laughter. The sound exploded through the receiver, sharp and abrasive, filling the quiet room where the call was taking place. It wasn’t the laughter of amusement, but the kind that dismissed the warning entirely, as though the very suggestion insulted his intelligence and experience.“There is no one in this life,” the man said between laughs, his voice thick with arrogance, “no single human being—no matter how skilled, no matter how lucky—who can stand against our group.”The man holding the phone stiffened. His jaw tightened, and his fingers curled around the device until his knuckles ached. He had expected resistance, skepticism even, but not outright ridicule. Still, he forced himself to remain calm. He knew better than to let emotion take control now. This conversa

The warning about Logan had not been taken lightly.From the moment the call ended, the man who controlled the network sat alone in silence, his fingers steepled before him, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. He replayed every word he had been told, turning them over again and again in his mind, weighing each implication with care. Extraordinary, they had said. Not an ordinary man. Someone who could overpower trained killers as though they were children. That detail troubled him the most.He was not a man who underestimated threats. In the world he ruled, such carelessness was paid for in blood. Power, to him, meant survival, and survival depended on preparation. If Logan truly possessed abilities beyond the norm, then treating him like a common target would be a fatal mistake.That was why he did not send just anyone.That night, he summoned five of his best men.They were not merely enforcers. They were specialists, spoken of in low voices even within the underworld. Men

When the man’s trembling hand made contact with Logan’s arm, the truth settled like a thunderclap through the room.He was solid, warm, and alive.The man staggered back, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief. “It’s… it’s not a ghost,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “This is Logan. His real body.”The words spread through the group like wildfire.The men exchanged frantic looks, their earlier confidence unraveling. Sweat beaded on their brows, fingers tightening around weapons that suddenly felt heavier than before. They had come prepared to kill a man, not to face something that refused to stay down.Logan stood there, silent and composed, his presence alone pressing down on them like a weight. His eyes moved from one face to another, reading their fear, their confusion, their doubt.“You should leave,” Logan said calmly. “Now.”For a split second, it seemed as though they might listen.But fear, when mixed with pride and desperation, often turns violent.One of the men snarled

The moment the man dipped his hand into his pocket, the air in the room seemed to shiver. Logan and Charlotte instinctively stepped back, sensing a shift in the energy around them, though nothing visible had yet occurred. The faint hum of tension thickened, pressing against their skin as though reality itself had taken a subtle, imperceptible turn. Charlotte’s breath hitched. Logan’s eyes narrowed, alert and unflinching. Something was happening—something beyond the natural laws they had both come to rely on. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything shifted. The first man’s form began to shimmer and twist, as though the very fabric of reality around him had bent to some unseen will. His skin darkened, taking on a strange metallic luster, while his eyes ignited with a fire that seemed almost alive. Muscle mass increased visibly, each movement swelling his frame into something far beyond human limits. A dark, pulsating aura enveloped him, radiating an ominous energy that made the hairs o