Amidst the crushing silence of the desolate landscape, the air felt thick, almost suffocating, as though it absorbed the desperate shouts from below. Muffled cries echoed from the pit Calvin had created, each voice tinged with desperation and anger. Down in the pit, the Han Xin soldiers clung to the jagged dirt walls, their fingers gripping futilely as they tried to climb out. Dust and grime coated their faces, mingling with sweat as they glanced at one another, the reality of their entrapment sinking in."Can anyone get a signal?" one soldier rasped, his voice hoarse from shouting.Another soldier, kneeling in the corner, held up a satellite phone, the small screen flickering faintly. He dialed, his hand trembling as he gripped the device tightly, almost as if it were his last lifeline. The others watched in tense silence, hope sparking in their weary eyes.When the call finally connected, he barked, "Commander! We’re trapped down here… Calvin and the girl, they’ve tricked us. We nee

The air around the fountain grew thick with anticipation as Calvin prepared himself. The Han Xin soldiers advanced, weapons aimed, their expressions hard and merciless. Calvin took a deep breath, feeling the raw energy coursing through his veins—his heightened abilities from the system boost making him feel nearly invincible. His senses sharpened, and time seemed to slow in his perception, each enemy movement a ripple he could anticipate and counter.Lizzie moved to his side, her pendant glowing with an eerie green hue as her vision intensified. Her eyes flickered, lost in some far-off future, as she whispered urgently to him, “Calvin, they’ll try to surround you from both sides. Three on the right… two more trying to flank from behind.” Her voice had an ethereal quality, and Calvin nodded, trusting her vision completely.The first soldier lunged forward, his weapon slicing the air with deadly precision. Calvin raised his hand, concentrating as he summoned a gust of wind to intercept.

Calvin stood amidst the blood-soaked and charred battlefield, his body trembling—not from exhaustion but from the searing rage coursing through every nerve. The air around him pulsed with raw power, almost unbearable even for himself. He raised his hand, and with a swift motion, the air around him solidified into deadly, razor-sharp blades. Without hesitation, he swung them toward the Han Xin soldiers who dared approach.The blades of compressed air struck mercilessly, cutting down anyone in their path. Some soldiers were thrown back, crashing into trees or collapsing lifelessly on the ground. Flames erupted from Calvin's palms, forming a blazing ring that scorched any who came near. Lightning streaked down from the sky, striking the earth with deafening explosions that shattered the night.But this wasn’t just a battle—it was vengeance.Calvin raised his hand again, condensing the air into a massive spear that gleamed like crystal. With a hateful glare, he hurled it toward a group of

Their words resonated deep within him, pulling him out of the despair that had threatened to consume him. The faces of his patients—people he had fought to save—flooded his thoughts. A young girl clutching his hand as he stitched her wound. A soldier gasping in relief after Calvin’s quick intervention on the battlefield. An elderly man who had smiled and said, Thank you for giving me another day.These memories reminded him of who he truly was—not a warrior fueled by vengeance, but a healer guided by compassion.“I’m a doctor,” Calvin murmured, his voice trembling but resolute. “I save lives… not take them.”The moment the realization took root in his soul, something extraordinary happened.The fountain outside began to churn, its tranquil waters growing restless. The liquid shimmered with an otherworldly light, surging toward the cave in a series of glowing streams. Calvin’s pendant, still radiating a golden hue, seemed to respond, vibrating with increasing intensity.The water seepe

Rain continued to fall in relentless sheets, mingling with Calvin’s tears as he trudged through the dimly lit streets, Lizzie’s lifeless body cradled in his arms. Each step was a battle against his grief, the weight of her loss far heavier than her slender frame. Passersby stopped to stare, their faces a mixture of curiosity and concern, but Calvin paid them no mind. His focus was solely on Lizzie, on finding a way to honor her sacrifice.The sound of sirens pierced the night, and soon, a police car pulled up ahead, blocking Calvin’s path. Two officers stepped out, their expressions wary as they took in the scene before them. One of them, a burly man with a stern face, approached cautiously, his hand resting on his holstered weapon.“Sir, stop right there,” the officer commanded, his voice firm. “What’s going on here? Who is she?” He gestured to Lizzie’s lifeless form, suspicion flickering in his eyes.Calvin halted, his heart pounding. He opened his mouth to explain but found no word