Alejandro’s POV I used to think strength announced itself. A presence entering a room. A shift in air. The instinctive tightening of spines, the subtle recalibration of attention. I had lived my life as a man who understood that kind of strength intimately, both as its wielder and its consequence. Training with the five ancients had stripped that assumption down to bone. Not all at once. They were not cruel about it. That would have been easier. Cruelty invites resistance. Violence creates something to push against. The last two lessons were concluded by the Drakos brothers. They did something far more dangerous. They made me aware. The first lesson was not physical. Valerius had asked me to stand in the clearing at dawn and do nothing. No Inferno rising. No reach outward. No dominance layered beneath my skin. Just… stillness. I lasted six minutes before my instincts rebelled. Predators are not built for passivity. Wolves least of all. Even restrained power hums. Even contai
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