Killian glanced at the paper— divorce paper with a mix of surprise and confusion that Sawyer went left behind, sport car peeling out of the street leaving dust in its wake and confusion. "What is this?" Killian muttered, trying to connect dots that didn't point at anything understandable except Cassandra knew he was out of the prison. The question is; Did she initiate the divorce? The same woman he gave his freedom away for, his innocence, literally his life because he could have died in that hell of a place if he hadn't turned invincible. Killian didn't want to conclude yet. Maybe Sawyer West had given the wrong document to the wrong person. But she recognized him. Her trajectory couldn't be a mistake, her hostile expression, the distance she gave him like he was plagued, it was clarification she recognized him. 720 days in the prison couldn't have changed his appearance beyond recognition. But that, is the only plausible explanation he could give to everything even though it wa

Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness. "We made you believe what we wanted you to believe, Killian. You're that gullible." He smirked smugly. "Don't take it too hard on yourself. We'll send you our wedding invitation. Something grand the world has never seen. Honey moon where you can't afford and will never be able to afford." He sized Killian up with a mockery smirk. "You've lost too much weight in that place. You'd better come to the wedding and eat something nutritious. At least you deserve it." Realization cut through Killian like a knife. His eyes shifted back from Jack Moore to Cassandra. She couldn't look at him. It wasn't guilt and neither was it remorse. It was a clinical detachment. His presence was

And Killian began taking lessons from Master Chen. He taught him everything from fighting techniques to medical knowledge that could kill and revive and survival methods that makes you walk through hell. The lessons were extraordinary. Killian mastered everything in 720 days when it would take one thousand years for beginners to learn it and another five hundred years to master it. He ascended to the god level in seven hundred and twenty days while the Ashbourne family thought they'd broken him in exile. "You're born for something greater, kid" Master Chen would always say. "No one has mastered those skills faster like you did." You're the invincible one." The lobby of St. Augustine Hospital buzzed with the mixed rhythm of patrons conversations, clatters of nurses rushing into the emergency ward rolling gurney and calling for doctor attention. Killian Walked straight to the receptionist desk, a young woman sat behind, finger clattering across keys with purpose, a badge pin

Mrs. Whitmore materialized at the lobby like a phantom made visible by circumstance. No one noticed her immediately because she normally doesn't walk through the entrance on a normal day. Access route is by air, private helicopter with a private landing spot at the building top. "Hey—" she snapped at the receptionist desk. The receptionist, Ruth, looked up, recognizing Margaret first before Mrs. Whitmore. Margaret was Mrs. Whitmore's place holder and most of the employees haven't seen Mrs. Whitmore in person since they got the job. The receptionist jerked up from her chair in surprise, her. excitement was palpable. "Ms. Margaret—" But Margaret's expression was everything but welcoming. Ruth's eyes shifted to the woman beside her. She gasped, her voice breaking in a mix of shock and excitement. "Mrs. Whitmore...you're here, Ma.." She paused, unsure of what to say in her presence out of sheer excitement and respect. "...you look honourable in person, Ma. I just chased off a be

The double door of the Premium unit swung open with a preceding invisible force from Killian before he stepped inside the room. Mrs. Whitmore appeared at his side. "She's right there." Her finger pointed into the room where medical teams moving round the bed, checking vitals for the umpteenth time, taking tests that came back with no results. Killian didn't move instantly. His chin lifted slightly and a slow, almost imperceptible smile crossed his lips. Dark energy only trained eyes could detect shrouded the room. "Uhm," he mumbled gently with a faint smile that was quiet amusement. "Energy of the Doom." His eyes turned to the bed where a young girl not less than ten years laid, body thinned under white sheet, her face was pale, eyes drowned by eyes socket as the energy of the doom feast on her blood. The Energy of doom— a forbidden energy that obliterates life, making the human body useless first before reducing life to nothing with time. "Who is that terrible person t