I'd already formed a Divine Seal in secret, channeling a thread of spiritual energy into his body to shield the meridians around his heart.
But in the mortal world, a god's power was severely restrained.
If I pushed too hard, I wouldn't just invite divine retribution. I'd accelerate the collapse of his mortal body.
By the time we reached the Dunn Group's private hospital, the top medical team was already waiting at the entrance.
Thomas was rushed straight into the ICU.
I sat on the bench in the corridor, my brother's blood drying on both my hands.
A rush of heavy footsteps echoed from the far end of the hall.
My father, Malcolm Dunn, strode toward me in a loose linen suit, flanked by several of his top lieutenants.
The man who commanded fear across every street in the city had nothing on his face now but raw worry.
"Reggie! Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?" He grabbed me by the arms and looked me over head to toe.
I shook my head and pointed at the sealed ICU doors. "I'm fine. But Thomas is barely hanging on."
Malcolm's expression darkened.