The plan was clear—use Natasha and Alice as bait to pull the three servants in separate directions. Then, starting with the strongest, Alex would hunt them down one by one.
Rebecca and Edric were assigned the weakest. Natasha and Sarah, with Celestria's support, would take care of the middle one.
But Alex knew—it wouldn't be easy to take down these godly beings. That's why his part was simple: end his fight quickly and join the others.
"You've cornered yourself with me... do you truly think you can win?" the shrouded man asked, his voice calm, blade held in a reverse grip. His aura clung to him like mist, cold and crushing.
Just standing there, Alex could feel it—this one was on another level.
The way he stood, the stillness in his gaze… his very presence was heavier than anything Alex had faced before.
Had he met this man just after reincarnating, Alex might not have even been able to stand.
But now—now he wasn't alone.
He had power. Power from the immortals within him.
