The heavy iron hammer fell from the sky. It was aimed directly at Jonah’s face. The purple-eyed clone swung the weapon with terrifying, flawless, magical speed. The fake giant wanted to crush Jonah’s skull and end the legend of the giant wolf forever. Jonah was on his knees. He was bleeding. He was exhausted. He had no magical System to protect him. But Jonah had something the clone did not have. He had a family. "I GOT HIM!" Kevin screamed from the raised metal platform. The young giant did not shoot an arrow. He did not throw a bomb. Kevin used his glowing blue eye. He pushed all of his raw, human willpower directly into the black datapad in his hand. He dove his mind deep into the computer network. He found the digital string that connected the remote-controlled clone to the main servers. Kevin’s fingers flew across the cracked glass screen. “Delete connection!” Kevin commanded the machine. “Cut the wire!” A loud, sharp electrical popping sound echoed in the massive, bloody s

The zombie virus was completely stable. And the magical blue screens, the health bars, the stats... they were intentionally grafted into human blood. “The mutations are behaving exactly as predicted,” Dr. Olos continued, wiping sweat from his eyes. “The fear response from the human test subjects is feeding the network perfectly. The Dead Zones are generating massive amounts of energy.” Dr. Olos paused. He looked up from his tablet. He stared nervously into the shadows off-camera. “The testing phase is complete, My Lords,” Dr. Olos whispered. The video was silent for a moment. In the cavern, Kevin frowned. "My Lords?" he asked quietly. "Who is he talking to?" "Keep watching," Jonah murmured. On the giant hologram, a voice replied to Dr. Olos. The voice did not come from the scared scientist. It came from the dark shadows at the end of the long glass table. The voice was heavily distorted. It sounded deep, synthetic, and completely devoid of human emotion. It sounded like a col

The stone stairs crumbled under Jonah’s heavy boots. He ran up the dark stairwell. The ground shook violently beneath him. It felt like the entire world was falling apart. Dust and sharp pieces of rock rained down from the ceiling. Behind him, down in the massive circular cavern, the world was turning into a literal oven. The hundreds of fleshy, biological computer servers lining the walls were overheating. The dark red light turned into a blinding, painful, brilliant white. The thick black slime and red veins covering the machines began to boil. A loud, robotic voice echoed from the walls. It was not the human-sounding voice of the Administrator. It was the cold, empty voice of the System itself. “UNAUTHORIZED HACK DETECTED,” the robotic voice blared. It was so loud it hurt their ears. “SECURITY BREACH IN SECTOR ZERO RELAY. LOCAL PURGE INITIATED. FACILITY MELTDOWN COMMENCING.” "Run!" Jonah roared. He pushed General Silas up the stairs. Silas was stumbling. The silver-masked d

The heat was becoming absolutely lethal. In a few more minutes, their skin would melt off their bones. The human body cannot survive baking in an oven. The threat to Jonah’s family was absolute. It was immediate. It was lethal. Jonah closed his dark brown eyes. He did not fight the heat. He stood in the center of the hallway. He opened his massive arms wide. He waited for the magic. Deep inside the darkest, quietest corner of Jonah’s brain, the System recognized the fatal danger. The machine recognized that Kevin and Elena were about to burn to death. The unbreakable rule of the Mythic skill was triggered. [FAMILY IN LETHAL DANGER.] [SKILL ACTIVATED: UNDYING WILL.] Jonah opened his eyes. The dark brown color was instantly burned away. His eyes turned into blinding, brilliant, freezing pools of solid silver light. The thick, dark iron scars on his chest, his stomach, his shoulders, and his arms ignited. They glowed with pure, white-hot fire. Jonah let out a massive, terrifyin

The massive explosion was over. The mountain was quiet. Jonah stood on the edge of the smoking crater. The freezing wind blew his torn gray shirt. It blew the white snow and the gray ash across his broad, scarred chest. The thick, dark iron scars on his skin were totally cold. He was just a human man again. He looked down into the deep, black hole. Outpost Echo, the massive underground military base, was completely vaporized. The Black Broadcast was dead. The relay tower was gone. "Dad," Kevin whispered. Jonah turned his head. He looked at his son. Kevin was standing in the deep snow. The young giant held his custom-made iron mace in his good left hand. His right arm was still resting. He was breathing heavily, but a bright, beautiful smile spread across his face. Kevin pointed his finger down the mountain, toward the dark valley. "Look," Kevin said. His one good blue eye glowed with a faint, magical light. His Scout System was reading the world far away. Jonah looked. Miles