The city breathed alive.
Everything was going exactly as it was supposed to. Cars moved through the roads without stopping. Buses travelled from one side of the city to another while people waited near stations and crossings. Some advanced government vehicles passed through the streets at high speed, their engines sounding different from normal vehicles. People walked on the sidewalks as they normally do, busy with their own lives and daily routines. Buildings stood tall across the city while giant digital screens continued to shine above the crowded streets. From a distance, Neon City looked calm and active like every other normal day.
But somewhere within this massive city stood one of the most important places in the entire country.
A gigantic government headquarters known as "THE ORDER Of Neotopia."
The building was heavily guarded from every side. Hundreds of advanced armored soldiers stood outside the headquarters carrying semi-automatic futuristic rifles. Some guarded the main entrance while others patrolled around the area without stopping. Their armor looked heavy and highly advanced, covering almost their entire bodies. Security around THE ORDER was far beyond normal government protection.
The headquarters itself was enormous.
There were almost a hundred rooms inside THE ORDER. Every room handled matters related to the country. Some rooms focused on economic matters while others focused on defence-level situations. Government employees worked continuously inside the building, checking reports, gathering information, and monitoring the status of different cities. Large screens displayed information from across the country while employees carefully observed everything happening within Neotopia.
Many workers prepared reports and sent them directly to the higher-ups. Every important matter eventually reached the senior members of THE ORDER.
Inside one of the rooms, a very special meeting was currently taking place.
The meeting was related to monstrous activities happening within the country.
Twelve senior members of THE ORDER sat around a long table. Among them were the President and the Vice President themselves.
The President was an elderly man in his sixties, with thinning hair on the top of his head and thicker hair along the sides. He wore a grey suit and red goggles. His face looked serious, marked with deep wrinkles that reflected years of experience and pressure.
The Vice President was younger. More Around his fourties. He was a short, overweight man with short yellow hair that had receded near the corners of his forehead. He had a small black moustache that curled slightly upward, along with a small beard shaped like an inverted triangle beneath his lower lip. He wore a green suit.
The atmosphere inside the room felt serious as everyone focused on the information displayed before them. Large digital screens showed reports, destroyed areas, and images collected from different cities after recent attacks.
One of the junior members stood near the screen while holding a remote in his hand.
He began explaining the situation.
"This year by far there were over twenty-two monstrous attacks," he said.
As he clicked the remote, different photos of destruction appeared on the screen one after another. Broken buildings, damaged streets, destroyed areas from multiple cities—all of them caused by monstrous activities.
"Four times in Neuron Vale," he continued while another image appeared on the screen.
"Six times in Quantis."
The screen changed again.
"Eight times in Rust Alley."
Another click.
"And four times here in Neon City."
A pause filled the room for a few long seconds.
Nobody spoke.
The large digital screens continued glowing softly across the dark meeting room while the sound of machines quietly running in the background became more noticeable in the silence. Every member of THE ORDER sat in their seats thinking deeply about the reports shown in front of them.
The tension inside the room had become heavy.
Some members crossed their arms while others kept staring at the numbers displayed on the screen. A few slowly looked down at the table in thought. The photos of destruction from different cities still remained visible behind the junior member standing near the presentation desk.
Then he continued speaking again.
"Not only that," he said while adjusting the remote in his hand, "if we talk about street-level or semi city-level crimes, there are fourteen thousand and six hundred crimes committed by criminals who possess superpowers or advanced technology."
The screen behind him immediately changed. Rows of statistics, charts, criminal records, and crime reports from different cities appeared one after another. Different districts, different incidents, different levels of destruction.
The junior member took a slow breath before continuing.
"By these numbers, we can easily say that in each city there are at least five criminal activities happening daily."
Once again, silence took over the room.
Nobody sitting at the long table answered him.
Nobody interrupted.
The expressions on the faces of the members clearly reflected the pressure and tension building inside the room. Some looked frustrated. Some looked exhausted. Others simply stared at the screen without saying a word.
Then suddenly—
"Where are the superheroes?"
The Vice President finally spoke.
He placed both his hands over his head in frustration while leaning slightly back in his chair.
The question echoed throughout the room. Still nobody answered him.
The President slowly turned his eyes toward someone sitting near the far corner of the table.
"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?!"
The Vice President suddenly raised his voice loudly in anger.
"Where are the superheroes, Mr Wolf?!"
One by one, the members sitting around the table slowly shifted their eyes toward Wolf.
Even among the powerful people present in that room, Wolf stood out immediately.
An old man around his eighties.
Yet despite his age, his presence alone felt completely different from everyone else.
He was muscular. Big. Around six feet tall or perhaps even slightly taller. His shoulders were extremely wide while thick veins normally rose over his hammer-like hands even when he remained relaxed.
He did not look weak in any way.
If anything, he looked intimidating.
White faux hawk hair rested over his head along with a short full white beard. His sharp eyes carried a white-blue color that resembled the eyes of an actual wolf.
He wore a black vest suit along with a red tie. Underneath was a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves exposing his large forearms. Black formal pants with a belt and polished black shoes completed the outfit.
A long black coat rested over his shoulders without him even properly wearing it.
His right arm calmly rested over a vintage walking cane.
The cane itself looked unusual.
Its top portion was designed in the shape of a silver wolf made completely out of metal. Not only the top part, but the entire cane itself was crafted fully from metal instead of wood.
After hearing the Vice President's question—
Wolf slowly laughed.
A low quiet laugh.
And he did not even bother looking at him while doing it.
The Vice President's face immediately tightened in anger.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked sharply.
"You think this is a joke?"
Wolf slowly turned his eyes toward him.
"No-no," he replied calmly. "Absolutely not."
A small pause followed.
"But that was the dumbest question that I ever heard in my life."
The atmosphere inside the room instantly changed.
The Vice President slammed both his hands against the table in pure rage.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
His loud voice echoed through the meeting room.
Several members slightly flinched from the sudden outburst.
But before the situation could escalate further—
The President finally moved.
Without even looking toward the Vice President, he calmly raised his left arm slightly.
That simple gesture alone was enough.
The Vice President immediately noticed it and slowly controlled himself.
His breathing remained heavy for a moment before he finally sat back down in his chair again. Even then, his irritated expression never left his face as he continued glaring toward Wolf.
The President finally spoke calmly.
"Mr Wolf, what are you trying to say?"
Wolf adjusted himself slightly in his chair before answering.
"I am saying," he began calmly, "that the heroes are exactly where they are supposed to be."
A brief pause followed his words.
"Saving people from all over the world."
Everyone inside the room remained focused on him as he continued speaking.
"Wish if our Vice President, Mr Bronsky, knew—which he clearly doesn't—that the LEAGUE OF HEROES is not a part of the government organisation."
He leaned slightly back.
"It is more of a private body."
"Oh yah, so that's it?" the Vice President snapped immediately.
"So that means it's not your problem?"
His voice rose again.
"You are the CEO of that stupid organisation. So doesn't it fall under your responsibility that this kind of thing shouldn't be happening?!"
Wolf simply sighed quietly.
Then he looked toward his assistant.
"Samuel," he spoke calmly, "share the world data."
His assistant immediately moved.
Samuel was young healthy slim man around twenty five years old. He wore a perfectly fitted black suit along with a long coat whose middle button remained neatly closed. Underneath was a white shirt and black tie. Black formal pants with a belt and polished formal shoes completed the appearance.
His hairs were brown and long till his neck. It looked messy yet perfectly slicked back at the same time. Not a single strand had fallen over his pale face. Black glasses covered his eyes completely.
Without wasting time, Samuel walked toward the presentation desk.
He slowly pulled up his left sleeve before tapping something on his watch.
Then he pointed his hand toward the giant screen.
A second later, he swiped upward on the watch.
Instantly the entire screen changed.
Worldwide crime data appeared across the display.
Massive charts. Threat levels. Monstrous activity zones. Global attack records.
Everyone sitting at the table looked toward the screen as Wolf calmly began explaining.
"This," Wolf said while looking at the data, "is the worldwide record of monstrous activities."
He continued speaking.
"And as you can clearly see, many of these incidents are country-level or even continent-level threats."
His voice remained calm throughout.
"And we cannot ignore this."
He slowly rested both hands over the top of his metal cane.
"Because we are the only country that provides superhero support to the entire world."
"And we have promised to do so."
Everyone remained silent while listening to him.
"It is our responsibility that whenever a major threat rises anywhere in the world, we deal with it first."
He looked toward the screen again.
"And even as we speak, the heroes are already doing their jobs."
"Protecting people from massive losses."
A short pause followed.
"Not dealing with something that can be handled by the N.M.D.A."
Then his eyes slowly shifted toward the Vice President.
"Which brings me to another question."
The room once again became silent.
"Mr Bronsky," Wolf continued, "you said that my hero organisation is not dealing with this criminal matter properly."
He slightly leaned forward.
"But isn't it your government too which isn't doing anything against them?"
"What did you say?" the Vice President replied angrily almost immediately.
"You cannot put everything on superheroes," Wolf responded calmly.
"It's not fair. I'm simply trying to say that."
But the slight mocking tone in his voice only irritated the Vice President even more.
"How the hell did you speak like that?!" Mr Bronsky shouted loudly while pointing his finger directly toward Wolf.
"I am still surprised that you are part of the government!"
Wolf looked directly into his eyes.
Then he answered in a cold voice.
"I am not."
The sudden response immediately caused the Vice President to slightly shiver.
The entire room fell silent again.
Everyone sitting there looked toward Wolf in complete shock.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
They simply stared at him.
The Vice President slowly scoffed under his breath.
His irritated expression still had not disappeared from his face even after the argument had ended. He adjusted the front of his coat properly before quickly sitting back down in his chair again, trying to calm himself while still glaring toward Wolf.
The room once again became silent.
The President let out a quiet sigh.
Then he slowly adjusted the red goggles resting over his eyes before finally speaking.
"Mr Wolf?"
His voice sounded calm.
But at the same time, it carried clear exhaustion within it.
Wolf immediately snapped back after hearing the President call his name.
For the first time since the argument began, his expression slightly changed.
It looked as if he had suddenly realised what he had just said and how far the situation had gone.
Slowly, he lowered his head.
Then he raised one hand and placed it over his forehead while taking a deep breath.
A long tired sigh escaped from him.
"Oh fuck... I shouldn't come here..."
He muttered softly to himself.
The words were quiet.
Yet because of the complete silence inside the room, everyone sitting there heard it clearly.
Still—
Nobody spoke.
Nobody reacted.
No one interrupted him.
Wolf stood there quietly for a moment while breathing heavily.
Then he spoke again.
"I am sorry, I think..."
His voice sounded tired now.
Not angry.
Just exhausted.
"I think I should go now."
Without waiting for any reply, Wolf quickly stood up from his chair.
The sound of the chair slightly moving across the floor echoed softly throughout the room. "Calm down, Mr Wolf. It's okay."
The President tried to stop the situation calmly.
But Wolf immediately shook his head.
"No-no-no, it's not that."
He rubbed his forehead again before continuing.
"I think now... I have nothing more to do here." His voice carried frustration mixed with exhaustion.
"I have said what I had to say."
Then he turned toward the exit door.
"Come on Samuel, we are leaving."
Samuel immediately responded without questioning him.
The assistant quietly followed behind Wolf as both of them began walking toward the large exit door of the meeting room.
"Wait, Mr Wolf. You can't go out like that."
The President spoke once again.
This time his tone sounded calmer but much more serious.
He sat there with both hands resting on the table while his fingers remained crossed together.
"You are still in the presence of a President."
He added the final sentence slowly.
Wolf stopped walking.
But he still did not turn around.
He stood silently near the exit while holding the metallic door lock with one hand.
For a brief moment, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Then finally—
"Yes, I know."
Wolf answered calmly.
Yet despite acknowledging it—
He still opened the door.
And walked out.
Samuel quietly followed him outside before the door slowly closed behind them.
The moment they left—
The Vice President's anger immediately returned once again.
"Seriously? He ignored it?"
His face tightened in frustration.
"What does this guy think he is?!"
He quickly stood up from his chair again.
"He can't just walk out like that!"
His voice grew louder and louder.
"Bring him back here! There are severe consequences for disobeying the President's order!"
The sound of his shouting spread throughout the meeting room.
Several members sitting at the table remained quiet while avoiding eye contact.
Then—
"Leave it, Mr Vice President."
The President spoke normally.
The calmness in his voice immediately contrasted with the Vice President's anger. "But Mr President—"
The Vice President replied hesitantly while trying to continue.
Before he could finish—
"I said leave it."
This time the President slightly raised his voice.
Not loudly.
But enough to immediately stop the Vice President from speaking further.
The room became silent again.
The Vice President slowly adjusted his coat once more before sitting back down in his chair.
His expression still looked irritated, but he no longer argued.
"Sorry, Mr President."
He replied quickly.
Outside the meeting room—
Wolf walked through the quiet hallway with Samuel following behind him.
The atmosphere outside felt far calmer compared to the tension inside the meeting room.
Wolf slowly reached into his coat pocket.
Then he pulled out a cigar.
Without stopping, he brought the cigar toward his mouth before holding his metal cane upright beside him.
His fingers slowly pulled the silver wolf-shaped top portion of the cane slightly upward.
A hidden lighter mechanism revealed itself from inside the metal cane.
A small flame appeared.
Wolf calmly lit the cigar using it.
Then he pushed the top part back into place again.
He took a deep smoke from the cigar.
For a few seconds he remained completely silent.
Then slowly—
"Haaaa...."
A long breath escaped from him along with smoke flowing out from his mouth.
For the first time since leaving the room, he finally looked slightly relieved.
"That fat bastard really got me on my nerves."
Wolf muttered in irritation after exhaling another cloud of smoke.
Samuel looked toward him calmly.
"Sir, the doctors have strictly prescribed you not to smoke."
His tone sounded concerned but respectful.
"It will only make your health worse."
Wolf sighed again.
This time much more deeply.
"As if it wasn't already worse."
He replied tiredly.
Then he took another slow smoke from the cigar.
"Just let me have a break, Samuel."
His voice no longer sounded angry now.
Only exhausted.
"Alright sir."
Samuel nodded slightly.
The two of them stood there quietly for a brief moment.
Wolf stared ahead silently while smoke slowly rose around him.
Then he spoke again.
"He really thinks that I am not doing my job properly."
He said before taking another sip from the cigar.
Samuel adjusted his glasses slightly before replying.
"I mean... it's not entirely his fault."
Wolf slowly glanced toward him.
"He doesn't know how this works."
Samuel finished calmly.
Wolf remained quiet for a few seconds.
Then finally—
"Maybe."
He replied softly.
Another moment of silence passed between them.
"Huh... let's go now."
Wolf finally said.
He threw the cigar onto the ground before stepping over it with his shoe, extinguishing the burning tip completely.
"Fine sir, I will go call the driver."
Samuel quickly moved away down the hallway.
Somewhere else in the city, Rio and Kenji were standing near a restaurant.
The area around them remained crowded and alive like always. Cars moved continuously across the streets while the sound of engines, distant horns, and people talking blended together into the usual noise of Neon City. Bright lights from nearby shops reflected across the sidewalks and glass windows while giant digital advertisements flickered above the roads.
Outside the restaurant, near the side wall beside the footpath, stood a vending machine.
Rio was standing directly in front of it while trying to take out a can from inside. Meanwhile, Kenji stood nearby with both hands casually inside his pockets while slowly looking around the street without much interest.
"Man, why the hell is this thing here if it's not working?"
Rio complained loudly in frustration.
He repeatedly pressed one of the buttons again.
Still nothing happened.
"What's wrong?"
Kenji asked casually without even bothering to look toward him.
"This machine."
Rio slapped the side of the vending machine lightly.
"It isn't working."
The machine remained completely unresponsive.
Rio frowned.
Then he smacked the top part of the machine harder this time.
Still nothing.
A visible irritation immediately appeared across his face.
"Ah... COME ON!!!"
He suddenly grabbed the machine from both sides and began shaking it heavily.
The vending machine rattled loudly from the force while the cans inside slightly shifted and made metallic noises.
"Calm down, can addict."
Kenji slowly glanced toward him while speaking lazily.
"Doing that isn't going to help."
But Rio completely ignored him.
Instead, he stared at the vending machine with full confidence.
"No. You just wait and watch."
He slightly cracked his neck before focusing entirely on the machine.
"I'm gonna make this machine give me the can I want."
Rio stepped backward a little.
Then he looked at the machine again carefully as if he had discovered some genius strategy.
"All I need to do is—"
Without finishing the sentence—
He suddenly kicked the vending machine hard.
BANG!
The entire machine shook violently from the impact and almost tilted over before balancing itself again.
"Kick it hard."
Rio grinned proudly after saying it.
Then—
He kicked it again.
And again.
And again.
Every kick echoed loudly through the sidewalk area.
People walking nearby slowly began turning toward him.
Some stared openly while passing by.
Others slowed down slightly just to watch what he was doing.
A few even looked confused.
Meanwhile, Rio continued attacking the vending machine without shame.
"Fuck... this is embarrassing."
Kenji muttered under his breath while rubbing the side of his forehead slightly.
Rio still continued kicking the machine repeatedly.
The loud metallic sounds kept drawing more attention from nearby people.
Kenji finally lost his patience.
"Hey! Will you stop that?!"
His voice rose with visible frustration.
"Everyone is watching us and it makes you look like an idiot!"
For the first time in a long while, part of his irritation openly showed on his face instead of remaining hidden.
But Rio still did not stop.
"Let them watch."
He replied casually without even turning toward Kenji.
"I don't care at all."
His full attention still remained locked on the vending machine.
"Come on..."
Rio muttered irritably while staring at it.
"I paid for that thing."
Then he kicked it again.
BANG!
A few seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
Rio narrowed his eyes at the machine.
Then—
CLUNK!
A loud sound suddenly came from inside.
Immediately after that—
The can finally dropped down into the pickup box.
Rio instantly froze for a second.
Then his entire face lit up with happiness.
It genuinely looked as if he had just won an actual war.
"See?!"
He immediately looked toward Kenji proudly.
"I told you, didn't I?"
He bent down quickly and pulled the can out from the pickup box before raising it like a trophy.
"Alright."
Rio opened the can and immediately took a sip from it with complete satisfaction.
Kenji simply stared at him silently.
Rio noticed the look almost instantly.
"What?"
He asked cluelessly.
Kenji looked at him for another second before replying.
"You are God's perfect idiot, aren't you?"
Rio blinked once.
Then casually shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know."
He took another sip from the can immediately after answering.
Kenji's frustration remained clearly visible on his face, though he still tried controlling it down.
Soon both of them finally started walking again along the footpath.
People continued moving around them while the city lights reflected across the roads and buildings nearby.
For the next few minutes, neither of them spoke much.
Rio casually drank from the can while humming softly to himself.
Kenji simply walked quietly beside him with his hands inside his pockets.
Then suddenly—
"Hey, want a sip?"
Rio walked closer beside Kenji and suddenly pushed the can near his face.
"No, I don't want it."
Kenji immediately pushed Rio's arm away without even looking at the can properly.
But Rio still continued.
"Come on bro! Just one sip."
He once again shoved the can near Kenji's face.
"This one is different."
That was enough.
"Are you fucking deaf?!"
Kenji suddenly snapped in a serious cold tone.
The sudden sharpness in his voice immediately made Rio stop.
"Alright-alright."
Rio quickly moved his hand away.
"My fault."
He raised one hand casually.
"I won't ask again."
After that, both of them continued walking again.
Rio quietly hummed to himself while happily drinking from the can.
Then—
His eyes suddenly landed on a nearby electronic shop.
The front side of the store was covered with multiple television screens placed together side by side.
Every television was broadcasting the same news footage.
Rio slowly stopped walking.
The screens displayed footage of Flame-Ingo fighting and stopping the armored man.
Then the footage shifted toward Flame-Ingo's speech after the battle.
Large highlighted text appeared across the televisions.
"Flame-Ingo saved the day!"
Rio's eyes widened slightly.
A shocked expression slowly appeared on his face.
Because yes—
Flame-Ingo was the one who finally stopped the armored man.
But before that—
Raiden was the one fighting him.
Raiden was the one who protected people during the battle.
Raiden was the one who risked himself first.
Yet none of the screens mentioned Raiden at all.
Not even once.
Kenji noticed Rio had suddenly stopped moving.
He slowly looked back toward him.
At first he looked confused.
Then after following Rio's gaze toward the televisions—
He understood.
Kenji remained silent for a moment before slowly walking back toward Rio.
Meanwhile, Rio simply stood there quietly.
He kept staring at the screens without moving.
The bright lights from the televisions reflected across his face while his eyes silently reflected the scenes of Flame-Ingo speaking after the battle.
The happiness and excitement that had been on his face moments ago had completely disappeared now.
Something much sadder had quietly taken its place.
"Feeling bad right? All that effort gone in vain."
Kenji spoke while quietly staring at the television screens beside him.
The electronic shop continued displaying the same footage repeatedly on every screen. Flame-Ingo's battle scenes played over and over while the highlighted words "Flame-Ingo saved the day!" remained visible across multiple televisions.
The flashing lights reflected across Rio's face.
"What? No."
Rio immediately looked toward Kenji with visible surprise.
"Why did you say that?"
He sounded genuinely shocked hearing something like that.
Kenji kept his eyes on the televisions for another moment before finally answering.
"Well..."
His calm tired voice remained the same as always.
"You mostly fought that guy and saved people."
The footage of the destroyed streets continued playing behind the glass screens.
"But he came out of nowhere and took the credit."
Rio immediately shook his head.
"No. Absolutely not."
There was no hesitation in his response.
He answered almost instantly.
A small silence passed between them.
The noise of nearby traffic and people walking filled the space for a few seconds before Rio spoke again.
"It didn't go in vain."
He slowly looked back toward the television screens while saying it.
A soft smile appeared on his face.
"I saved those people and I am happy."
Kenji quietly stared at him.
Rio's expression looked honest.
There was no bitterness visible on his face despite the situation.
"Even if my name is not there, it's okay."
Rio continued speaking while still looking at the screens.
"Because I know that I did my job."
Kenji remained silent.
For the next few seconds, he simply kept staring at Rio curiously as if trying to understand him properly.
"I thought you would want recognition."
Kenji finally said.
"I did."
Rio replied with a smile.
But slowly—
That smile faded away.
"Still do."
His voice became quieter this time.
He looked toward the televisions again while the footage of Flame-Ingo continued playing repeatedly.
The bright lights reflected in Rio's eyes silently.
"But—"
Rio paused.
For a few seconds he said nothing.
Then he continued quietly.
"But now I am not that hungry for it."
He spoke honestly.
"If it has to come, it will come automatically."
Rio shrugged lightly.
"Besides, that was my first big fight."
He laughed softly under his breath.
"I can't get famous by just that one fight."
Then slowly—
He raised one finger and pointed toward Flame-Ingo appearing on the television screen.
"And I didn't even stop him."
His finger remained aimed toward the screen.
"He did."
Kenji simply kept staring at Rio with a straight expression while listening carefully.
"And honestly, that makes sense."
Rio smiled softly again.
"He is one of the top heroes."
Kenji still did not say anything.
The more Rio spoke, the more quietly he listened.
Rio finally noticed the silence.
"Hey? What's wrong?"
He asked curiously while turning toward Kenji.
"Nothing."
Kenji replied calmly before turning away from the electronic shop.
"I'm going."
He began walking away immediately.
"Wait!"
Rio suddenly shouted.
Kenji stopped.
Then slowly turned his head back toward him.
"What?"
His tired calm voice returned once again.
Rio quickly ran toward him before casually throwing one arm over Kenji's shoulder.
"Come with me."
His energy instantly returned again.
"You know my aunt runs a cafe."
Rio spoke proudly.
"And it is the best cafe you will find in Neon City."
His excitement kept growing.
"Heck! It's probably the best cafe you will ever find in all of Neotopia."
He grinned confidently.
"Nah. I'd pass."
Kenji replied without any interest at all.
"Come on bro please!"
Rio lightly pulled on the arm part of Kenji's coat while trying to drag him along.
Kenji sighed deeply.
"You are so annoying."
He replied calmly though clear exhaustion remained in his voice.
Then Rio leaned slightly closer.
"There are alcohols too."
He spoke in a lower voice this time.
That immediately changed Kenji's expression.
He looked directly at Rio with complete attention now.
"Why didn't you say that before?"
He asked immediately.
Rio laughed loudly.
"Maybe I should have."
Then suddenly—
BOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion erupted somewhere in the distance.
The loud blast echoed violently through the streets.
People nearby immediately reacted in shock.
Rio and Kenji both quickly turned toward the direction of the explosion.
Far away—
Smoke rose into the air.
And standing within the damaged area—
Was a young teenage girl.
She had long brown fringe hair flowing messily around her face along with bright pink eyes.
She wore a light blue leather jacket with a white furry collar while the sleeves remained rolled upward near her elbows. Underneath the jacket was a white top.
Black fitted fingerless leather gloves covered her hands while a shining blue ring-like bracelet rested around her right wrist.
A black skirt rested around her waist along with a silver belt. Large ring-shaped chains connected from the center metal portion of the belt toward the side waist area.
Her futuristic-looking boots carried pink and white colors. The pink portions glowed brightly while the white areas remained like normal synthetic material. White cotton-like fur covered the upper ends of the boots.
A metal shoulder pad shaped like a fox rested over the right side of her jacket.
The fox eyes glowed with glittering pink light.
Large silver ring-shaped earrings hung from her ears while a silver necklace carrying a fox-shaped pendant rested around her neck.
But despite all that—
She was badly injured.
Blood slowly dripped down from her lips.
More blood flowed from the side of her head. One of her arms remained tightly held in pain while she forced herself to remain standing upright.
Heavy breaths escaped from her mouth continuously.
She looked exhausted.
Yet she still refused to fall.
Then slowly—
A giant shadow began covering her body.
The shadow grew larger and larger.
Standing before her—
Was a giant man dressed entirely in a black wrestler outfit.
A black-and-white skull mask covered his face completely except for two holes revealing his eyes.
His huge body towered over the wounded girl.
Meanwhile—
Another man stood farther away carrying a massive bag full of cash.
He had a green mohawk hairstyle along with a scar running across his right eye. Half of his face remained hidden under a green scarf. Every piece of clothing he wore was black.
Underneath he wore a sleeveless shirt along with ripped jeans, a belt, and boots.
In his hands rested a long futuristic black pistol.
The weapon connected directly to a tank attached behind his back which powered the gun.
Unlike the giant man—
He looked completely relaxed.
He casually stood beside a nearby car while watching everything lazily.
"Hey bro, get it over with her already."
He shouted tiredly from a distance.
"Keep your mouth shut. I'm doing that."
The giant man replied in a deep voice.
The mohawk guy let out a long tired exhale.
"Aahhhh... so boring."
He lazily tilted his head upward while complaining.
Meanwhile—
The injured girl slowly wiped the blood from her mouth using her thumb.
Then she grabbed her double-sided spear lying beside her leg. She didn't even bother bending down to pick it up. Instead, she calmly lowered her foot and kicked the flat side of the spear's blade with precise control. The impact sent the weapon spinning gracefully upward from the ground, rising cleanly through the air as though it had been pulled by an invisible hand rather than a simple kick. Her movements were smooth and effortless, carrying a confidence that made the difficult action look almost natural.
Despite her injuries—
She violently spun the spear around her hands.
Both blades immediately became coated in a glowing pink aura-like energy.
The pink light reflected sharply across her eyes.
Rage and determination burned within them.
She tightened her grip on the weapon.
Then she looked directly toward the giant man.
"I will take you down."
She spoke coldly.