The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 737

Cornelius Hargrove hung there in Alex's fist and finally understood the question.

“You won’t dare to hurt me," he said.

“Any reason you believe you are untouchable? Because thsis mayabe your last chance to still alive. “alex said.

"Ferrowgate." Cornelius was talking fast now. Faster. " Ferrowgate. Was on my back, if youd are to hurt me. They will destroy you and Regetn group."

Sixty miles away, in Ferrowgate’s glass office with a view of the whole city, a very old man listened to a tile on his desk.

Silas Kessler was seventy-one. He had white hair, a good suit, and a face like a closed ledger.

He had not raised his voice in forty years. There had never been a reason to.

"Charges are live, sir," the tile said. "We have three inside — the girl, the Steinmeyer woman, and the target. Hargrove's in there too with some magicians form tower."

"Yes," Kessler said.

"Sir — Mr. Hargrove and the magician are in there."

"I heard you."

There was a pause on the line.

"Sir, we can give them thirty seconds to clear the—"

"Why?"

The word wasn't cruel. That was the worst thing about it. It was the same word he'd have used about a line item on a shipping invoice.

He turned a page on his desk.

"Bring it down, now."

"...Yes, sir."

Kessler set the tile face down and went back to his morning.

...

Suddnely a big fire ball fallen formt eh sky and ti aim tot eh whole factory.

It didn't explode the way people think a building explodes. There was a crack like the sky splitting, and then forty feet of steel simply stopped being a straight line.

Everything above it started to come down.

"MOVE—" Alex was already turning.

Beatrix was tied to a chair. Febyella was tied at the wrists with two dead men's rope still on her.

And Cornelius Hargrove was standing free, ten feet from his own niece, with nothing holding him at all.

He had one second to choose.

He looked at Beatrix.

Beatrix looked back at him.

"Uncle—"

And Cornelius Hargrove turned and ran the other way.

Not toward her. He ran for the small side exit near the offices, alone, arms up over his silver head, sixty years old and moving faster than he had in twenty of them.

"UNCLE! Help!"

He didn't turn around.

He got eleven steps.

The second column came down between him and the door, and the fire came with it — not a fireball, nothing dramatic. Just a wall of orange that filled the gap in half a second and took all the air out of that corner of the building.

He made one sound.

Then the crates above him let go.

Beatrix Hargrove screamed a word that wasn't a word.

On the same tiem Aelx alread moved to grab Beatrix and Febyella and moved fast. To reach the outside.

Aelx lacunghe the shield magic that he learn form books and that protecign him and the two woman.

...

They came out into the yard at a dead run and the building came down behind them.

Not part of it. All of it.

The Regent Group's western storage works — three hundred feet of steel and crate and concrete, the company's own name still bolted across the front in letters ten feet high — folded in on itself and hit the ground.

The blast of air knocked all three of them off their feet.

Alex got up first.

Then Febyella.

Beatrix Hargrove stayed on her knees in the gravel and watched it burn.

Nobody said anything for a long time.

The letters were the last thing to go. R-E-G-E-N-T, ten feet high, glowing orange, holding on to the front of the collapse for maybe four seconds after the rest of it dropped.

Then they fell too.

...

They didn't go to the Knights.

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