Fifty miles away, in the Richter family's main estate, Broderick Richter's duel with Khan had reached a critical juncture.
The courtyard had been transformed into a war zone by forces that exceeded normal human capability. Stone walls showed cracks from errant strikes, the ground itself had been cratered by impacts that spoke of power properly applied, and the very air felt scorched from auras that had been pushed beyond normal sustainable output.
Broderick's face had gone from confident sneer to genuine concern as the fight progressed. Khan fought with the intensity of someone who'd spent years preparing for exactly this confrontation, every technique refined through hatred and determination that transcended normal training.
