The Spark of Resolve

The bullet moved toward Darius, but time seemed to slow. His senses sharpened, his mind focused, and his body responded with uncanny precision. With a swift motion, he caught the bullet in midair.

"Darius!" Hans screamed, rushing toward him, panic etched on his face.

Lameck, frozen in place, collapsed to the ground, his face pale with fear. The sight of Darius catching the bullet confirmed the stories of the queen's mysterious and terrifying power. The palace guards, witnessing the display, aimed their weapons at him.

"You fool! What are you doing?" Erick Griffin barked at his son, stepping forward to diffuse the situation.

Lameck stammered, his voice trembling. "Wh-who...what are you?"

"Get him out of here!" Erick ordered the guards. "I deeply apologize for my son’s behavior, Mr. King. Are you injured?"

Darius flexed his hand, inspecting the bullet before discarding it. "I’m fine. I came here to talk."