On the side of the shattered mountain, dust still hanging in the air, he stood—brushing debris off his shoulders like it was nothing.
Jordan Allen.
That was his Earth name.
But in truth… he was Ashura. Born from chaos. Bred for war. Sent here as a scout. A weapon. A herald of the invasion.
Earth was just another playground. And the people? Insects.
He'd lived among them for years—smiling, shaking hands, playing human. But behind the scenes? He was tearing holes through space, planting gates. Slowly turning the planet into a landing zone for his kind.
Why? Because he could. Because no one could stop him.
Until now.
That hit.
That one hit.
He touched his chest, still feeling the phantom sting of Adam's punch. A grin curled up his face.
No one had ever knocked him through a mountain before.
His body was already changing—stronger muscles, tighter nerves, faster reactions. Superior Adaptation. His gift. His cheat code.
But Adam?
