The Ultimate Dominance

Chapter 2

The air shimmered with tension.

Cain walked slowly, but his steps resounded with so much authority that even the air shifted.

The thugs surrounding him stiffened, instinctively retreating a fraction.

Patrick’s jaw tightened. He had never seen anything like this. The men around him exchanged nervous glances, muttering under their breath.

Cain stopped in the center of the alley, dark eyes scanning the circle of men. His voice was calm, yet every word carried the weight of a storm.

“I’m giving you a chance. Scram "

A beat of silence. Then laughter erupted, harsh and hollow, a desperate attempt to mask fear.

“You’re insane!” one thug shouted, stepping forward. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

"You think this act is enough to scare us!"

They soon regained their pride. The man before them was a good for nothing living son-in-law and nothing more.

Cain’s gaze swept the circle, settling on the tallest, most arrogant man. Recognition struck cold through him. Roland Wilson. His wife’s older brother. The same man who had sneered at him in the past, now standing before him, teeth bared.

“You actually think you can scare us?” Roland said, lips curling with contempt. “You’re nothing! Five years gone, and you still think you matter?”

The rest of the thugs circled him, fists raised. “Look at this mutt!” another jeered. “He’s stupid. Who does he think he is?”

Cain’s jaw tightened. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. The golden aura pulsed faintly around him, so subtle yet so deadly that it caused the men to pause, unease creeping into their bravado.

Then Cain moved.

It was impossible to track. Fist and elbow strikes landed with precision, breaking noses and ribs. Men fell like dominoes, groaning, blood staining the asphalt. His movements were fluid, unhurried, and yet each blow carried the crushing weight of experience and raw power.

Roland lunged recklessly. Cain caught him mid-swing, twisted his arm, and slammed him into the ground. Bones cracked audibly. “You should have left,” Cain said, voice calm but chilling, the golden glow flaring briefly along his eyes and fists.

The remaining thugs hesitated, panic flickering. Someone fumbled for a phone, intending to call for backup.

Just then, a figure appeared. One that made all of them melt with fear.

The sound of heels snapped through the night. . Every thug froze, eyes widening in fear.

A woman appeared, stepping from the shadows like she owned the alley. Recognition spread like wildfire among the men—they knew her.

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The forerunner of the heavenly organization. A figure whispered in terror. She exuded danger, and even from a distance, Cain felt the subtle pulse of her power.

She stared straight into their eyes and panic spread through their skin like goosebumps.

"What are you all doing, beat him up!" Roland screamed, the pain boring holes deep into his body but no one dared to respond, not when death was standing right before them.

The silence was quickly followed by fleeing feet as everyone took to their heels.

"Just as I thought!" The temperature drew a degree hotter as she spoke before pulling Cain away from the crowd.

She stopped, mere feet away, but instead of attacking, she bowed deeply before him.

“Master Cain… it has been five years since you sealed your memories to recover. You said none should come near.”

He raised his hands bringing her to an immediate halt. Those were moments he didn't like to remember, that even the powerful felt helpless, but he was back and this time, there couldn't be any mistake.

The woman gestured to a sleek black car parked nearby.

Cain followed silently, aura simmering beneath his skin. The city’s lights reflected off the tinted windows, shadows stretching like liquid across the seats. Inside, the woman’s voice was low, reverent.

“Your wife’s family… they have been taken care of. No harm came to them. We have been responsible for her growth since we could not help you directly..”

Cain studied her, dark eyes narrowing. “Then she hurts you. Just say the word and in a blink, everything that she has would become dust." There was a flicker of rage in her voice as she spoke.

A shadow of a painful smile ghosted his lips. “No. I have bigger things to worry about.”

The car moved through the city, driving a quiet predator in the night. Cain leaned back, eyes scanning the dark streets, mind racing.

His memories—the fragments of battles, power, and authority—stirred beneath the surface, teasing him, whispering of who he truly was.

"I need something."

The woman glanced at him, finally removing her sunglasses. Her gaze was sharp, piercing, filled with so much respect.

"Anything you request would be done immediately my Lord!" Her voice tore through the evening air.

“I need to find the Ethereal root, tell me who and where it was last seen!”

With this, Evelyn paused, she hesitated and wanted to say something else.

“Answers. That's what I want and nothing more!” She flinched at Cain's authoritative words and proceeded to speak.

“Last seen with the Hart family and it's kept under their custody.”

With that, Cain ordered the car to stop.

“Do you need escorts?"

“This is my burden to bear. And besides, the world isn't ready to know about my reawakening yet. Everyone thinks I'm dead and it should remain so.”