Logan’s Path: The Price of Valor

The ruler of Eldoria strode into the factory, his dark armor glinting like polished obsidian under the flickering industrial lights.

Alaric Sterling twirled a polearm glaive in his hands, its razor-sharp blade slicing the air with a faint, menacing hum. He moved like a phantom—inhumanly fast, a blur of shadow and steel. Before Logan could brace himself, the glaive slashed downward, cleaving a nearby steel beam in two with a shriek of rending metal. The severed halves crashed to the floor, sparks skittering across the concrete like frantic fireflies.