The power gap was absolute. It was an unbridgeable chasm. The next moment, Omar vanished completely, moving too fast for Jeffrey's eyes to track.

"Dad, did you anticipate this?" Jeffrey thought helplessly, knowing he could only prepare to collect Felix's body. No one had expected the Craydens to break from the rule so drastically.

Suddenly, a muffled boom echoed through the air. Omar's figure reappeared, stumbling backward several steps until he reached Malcolm's side, shockingly coughing up blood.

"Show yourself!" Malcolm cried out in alarm. As he looked closer, he saw a short, middle-aged man standing expressionlessly about six feet in front of Felix.

"Since when did the Craydens earn the right to discipline members of my family?" As the voice rang out, a young man emerged from a nearby building, casually chewing on a toothpick.

"Asher Greene!" Malcolm, being from Yartford, recognized the young man instantly. While Jeffrey did not know him personally, the name Greene carried e