Chapter 87
Han stood atop the tallest building in Sereqnya, his gaze stretched toward the distant horizon. Yet, he wasn't truly looking at anything. His eyes were blank, unfocused, lost in the storm brewing within his mind.
Dr. Matzo's words echoed relentlessly.
His aunt didn't have much time left.
Unless a cure for the cursed serum was found, she would perish.
There was another option—one that might buy her time. Han could evolve her body to the next level. It wouldn't be permanent, but it could stall the inevitable.
The catch?
He could only evolve others if they were conscious. His aunt's mind, however, was dulled, her consciousness faint and slipping.
That left only one path. One desperate hope.
An Evol Shard.
A relic so rare, factions would slaughter for a single fragment.
Han rose to his feet, expression unreadable—calm, controlled. His mother's words echoed just as loudly now: "A good leader remains calm in the storm. Only then can he act wisely and swiftly."
