The deeper they moved, the more intense the feeling became. It wasn’t just the atmosphere around them that had shifted; it was something within Dexter himself. The pull of the unknown was growing stronger, his every instinct pushing him forward. The walls of the corridor seemed to close in on him, but his steps remained steady, fueled by a force he couldn’t name. It was as though the very fabric of the world was bending around him, drawing him in, and he knew that whatever lay at the end of this dark path was something far beyond anything he had ever encountered.Max, sensing the change in his companion, kept a close watch on him, his eyes flicking between Dexter and the winding path ahead. He could see the resolve in Dexter’s posture, the way his shoulders were squared, his eyes fixed on the unknown ahead. Max wasn’t blind to the danger; he knew better than anyone how these kinds of decisions could lead to disaster. But he also understood Dexter’s need. His friend was seeking somethi

Dexter stood still, the air around him vibrating with the power that surged through his body. His eyes were locked onto Max, who stood a few paces away, still staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and determination. The bond they had once shared was now a fragile thread, one that was rapidly unraveling as the reality of Dexter’s transformation settled in.Max had always known that Dexter was capable of great things. He had watched him grow, seen the potential that lay hidden beneath the surface. But now, looking at him, it was as though the man he once knew had been replaced by something else entirely. Dexter wasn’t just powerful—he was something beyond human, something that no one could predict or understand.“You’re wrong, Max,” Dexter said, his voice calm, almost detached. “I didn’t change. I became who I was always meant to be. All the power I’ve ever wanted is finally within my grasp, and you think you can stop me?”Max swallowed hard, his thoughts racing. He knew this wasn’

Dexter walked away, his steps heavy and deliberate, each one echoing in the empty hallway. The words Max had spoken, the plea for him to return to the man he used to be, lingered in his mind, but they seemed distant, as though they belonged to someone else. He had grown so far beyond the person Max had known, beyond the boy who once cared about right and wrong, that the words felt like a ghost of the past—something that couldn’t touch him anymore.But beneath the cold surface, a part of him rebelled against the transformation he had undergone. The dark power he wielded had come at such a cost, not just to others, but to himself. Dexter had sacrificed parts of his humanity, and it was becoming harder to remember what it had been like to care about anyone but himself.He reached the edge of the building, the weight of the world pressing down on him as he paused, staring out into the dimming city. The skyline was bathed in orange and pink hues as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon,

Dexter's thoughts raced as he walked through the darkened streets, his mind battling with the words Max had just said. The city seemed more oppressive than usual tonight, the looming buildings closing in on him like a cage. Each step echoed in the quiet streets, and yet, he couldn't escape the heavy weight that pressed against him.Max’s words kept replaying in his mind: “You’ll break. And when you break, there won’t be anything left.” It was a threat, but it wasn’t just the warning that stung—it was the truth in it. Dexter had always prided himself on being untouchable, on rising above the messes he had made. But now, for the first time, he wasn’t so sure. The tension that had been building inside him, the edge he had been living on for so long, was beginning to feel like it was about to snap.As he moved through the city, Dexter couldn’t ignore the growing sense of isolation that clung to him. The people he had once relied on, those who had been by his side in the beginning, were ei

Dexter’s feet moved through the streets with a newfound determination, the hum of the city swirling around him, but his mind was locked on the message and the gravity of what it implied. The earlier encounter with the stranger had set something in motion—something that would push him past his limits. It wasn’t just the threat of danger that spurred him forward; it was the knowledge that his entire existence had been reduced to a mere piece on someone else’s chessboard. He wasn’t going to allow it. Not now. Not ever.The message weighed heavily in his pocket, as if it were a live wire, a constant reminder of the decision that lay ahead. The forces behind the text, those pulling the strings of his fate, were real, and they knew things about him that he hadn’t even realized yet. They were out there, watching, and they didn’t care if he had built his empire from the ground up. They had the power to reduce it all to ashes in the blink of an eye.Dexter couldn’t afford to make any more mist