'Did I get taller? Is that why he seems so small?' Golden eyes tracked across the assembled mercenaries with focus that made hardened killers want to look away.
But it was the weight that hit hardest. Pure power radiating from him like heat from a forge, making the air itself feel heavier.
'This is who I came to fight?' Marcus thought, horror dawning. 'This is the boy who was in a coma?' The cloaked figure moved to stand beside Jack.
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