He wore expensive clothing that blended with elements from another world. His posture radiated confidence and barely contained hostility. And his mana signature, faint but present.
"Hello, bastard," the newcomer said, and the word came out dripping with venom.
"I should have known when I heard about an alien crashing in the mansion grounds. Only you would be arrogant enough to do something like that."
Jorghan studied the figure in the doorway, recognition clicking into place.
"Luke."
His half-brother.
"Don't pretend you're surprised to see me," Luke said, stepping fully into the house, his eyes scanning the bodies scattered around the living room with barely a flicker of concern.
"You must have known I would come for you. And I have been waiting for you and prepared a lot to face you. You are going to die here."
Jorghan replied honestly. "And I don't care about whatever you've been building. I came for Grace. Everything else is irrelevant."
