Everything was progressing as it did in the vision, but thanks to the changes he made, Nikolai could finally fight back.
That should have been enough.
The eastern wall had not collapsed into a graveyard. Selene and Nikita were alive at his sides, and the soldiers had not scattered like frightened animals. Every preparation, every order, every second he remembered from that nightmare had given them a chance.
Yet the moment the fake Ivan stepped toward him, Nikolai's confidence shook violently.
I haven't beaten my father once... even after surpassing his power.
The thought left him frozen.
Nikolai clenched his teeth and raised the Desert Eagle.
But the clone moved before his finger could tighten.
His silver hair flashed through the smoke with claws raking the air from above, forcing Nikolai to cross his arm against them, catching the blow with his own transformed hand.
The impact drove him back through the flooded lane.
