"Temple Lord Kane..."At the harbor, Orion held Tobias' lifeless body, his gaze frozen as warplanes and armored vehicles closed in fast. Even the simplest mind could piece together Alexander's true identity.He was no doubt the Lord of War, the Temple Lord himself.In the heart of Regulus Windsur, m
Briscoe's face turned ghostly pale as he faced Alexander, his will to fight completely shattered.The War Temple Lord…That title, that rank, loomed over him like an insurmountable peak, shaking him to his core.Forget Briscoe. Not even 10 or 100 like him could have made a ripple in front of the for
A fighter jet?!Down in the bowels of the ship, the thug known as Viper was struck with terror. His eyes locked onto Amber with a chilling gleam in his gaze.He had not expected Miss Chesire to be so formidable. To think they sent a fighter jet to rescue her!"Think you can whisk away our prize? In
The sea stretched out endlessly, and Alexander was an unstoppable force of nature.With each step, his feet unleashed a fury that sent waves rippling out in fierce circles. He leaned into his sprint, his body angled forward at a sharp tilt, slicing through the air as he bore down on the fishing boat
Anyone else might have been helpless against Viper's threat. Not even the most skilled commandos could have saved Amber without a scratch from those thugs.However, Alexander was no ordinary guy.He was the commander of the Alex Legion, the undefeated and most powerful Lord of War—Lord of War Temple
Dawn broke over Ol' Mare, casting a soft glow on the quiet Belmont Hills neighborhood where the Chesire family lived."Amber, Alex, are you serious?!" In the Chesire's living room, Susanne, who had just dropped little Olivia off at preschool, listened in horror to Amber's harrowing tale of her abduc
That afternoon, at four o'clock, some 200 kilometers from the hustle of Ol' Mare, lay Amber's old stomping grounds—the Chesire family farm.It was a slice of rural life, tucked away in the boonies with craggy mountains for neighbors and a village that time forgot. The Chesires were the local success
In under three minutes, the factory echoed with the sound of boots on concrete. Seven or eight towering guards converged, each brandishing a rubber baton, their eyes locked on Alexander.Trailing them, a man in a suit rode up on an electric scooter, peering through the mangled gate at Alexander with