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CHAPTER ELEVEN - TAYLOR

The streets of Brockton Bay were quieter than usual, though that didn’t make them safe.

Taylor Hebert—Skitter, for now—walked through the dimly lit streets, her swarm a faint hum in the background. The city was healing, piece by piece, and Taylor was trying to do the same. She wasn’t sure what she was anymore: a hero, a villain, or...

CHAPTER FOUR - UNWILLING PARTICIPANT

Shirou Emiya sped to the marked location, steering wheel rotating smoothly and gear-stick moving to and fro between the empty front seats, breaking more than his fair share of traffic laws in the process. His journey was marked with the flash of speed cameras, but he didn't see any police. It seemed the Director was helping in whatever way he co...

CHAPTER THREE - RACE AGAINST TIME

For reasons unknown to Peter Parker, Mr. Stark instructed him to be on the lookout for any possible S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in his school. His mind immediately went to the new student, the 'local hero' according to the Daily Bugle, but the thought was crossed out as quickly as it came.

That would be so obvious.

On the topic of Mr. Stark, ...

CHAPTER TWO - A TALE OF GREED

"…Impossible."

Nick Fury scowled from behind his desk, arm folded and placed on the wooden structure. An intimidating sight, yet Shirou neither took note of it nor displayed any outward sign of being cowed.

"Not really." He shrugged at the questioning glare. "The main point of a secret identity is one so far removed from the person...

CHAPTER ONE - FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Shirou entered the building, an old abandoned office block near the city's docks, aware of what he would find inside. Six humans and his target. The man had to be kept alive, everyone else was expendable. They were mercenaries, no one he needed to feel sorry for. They had been paid to work for a monster like Dr. Octopus. They'd witnessed the atr...

PROLOGUE - THE EVERYMAN SUPERHERO

A YEAR AGO. LOCATION UNKNOWN

The air was cold. His back was stiff. His body was foreign. With great effort, the teenager finally opened his eyes. The whiteness washed over his vision and threatened to overwhelm his sight. He held up a hand to shield his eyes and immediately felt relief. However, his attent...

PROLOGUE

Naruto Uzumaki landed hard, the impact sending up a cloud of dust and debris. He groaned, his body aching as he pushed himself to his feet. The last thing he remembered was the explosion—a massive surge of chakra colliding with an unknown force. One moment, he had been sparring with Sasuke near the Valley of the End, the next, he was... here.<...

CHAPTER TEN - KEITH

The briefing room was quiet save for the hum of a projector and the occasional shuffle of papers. Keith stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed as he scanned the latest intel on the Fallen. The organization, splintered and fragmented as it was, had become more active in the wake of Leviathan’s defeat.

Defeat. It was still strang...

CHAPTER NINE - TESS

Tess Theresa Richter watched the press conference unfold, her sensors attuned to every detail. The feed streamed across countless screens in her servers, analyzed and cataloged as she simultaneously managed emergencies worldwide: a containment breach in Boston, a sudden spike in seismic activity near Iceland, and a rogue Tinker experimenting wit...

CHAPTER EIGHT - REBECCA

The Cauldron base was eerily quiet as Rebecca entered the briefing room. The smooth, sterile walls reflected the soft hum of machinery, and the faint glow from the screens cast long shadows across the faces of her colleagues. Eidolon was seated stiffly, his arms crossed, impatience radiating from his posture. Legend, by contrast, sat with measur...

CHAPTER SEVEN - PIGGOT

Director Emily Piggot sat behind her desk, her hands folded tightly over a set of reports that had been compiled in the chaos following Leviathan’s attack. Though her headquarters had survived Leviathan's attack remarkably well due to force fields and other safety measures, there were still parts of the building that needed repairs—both the ...

CHAPTER SIX - DAVID

David St. John hovered above the city, silent as he surveyed the ruins. His power shifted within him, cycling through possibilities: flight, enhanced vision, a field to detect movement beneath the rubble. But none of his abilities could explain what he had just witnessed. Below him, Alexandria stood atop a fractured skyscraper, her arms crossed,...

INTERLUDE

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CHAPTER FIVE - MULTI POV

Mark Callaway had never seen anything like it. The scene unfolding before him defied every grim expectation he’d carried into this fight. Everyone in the Protectorate knew that fighting an Endbringer wasn’t about victory—it was about survival. You stalled. You distracted. You minimized casualties and prayed you could hold out long enough f...

CHAPTER FOUR - REBECCA

Rebecca Costa-Brown hovered above the shattered skyline of Brockton Bay, her perfect memory cataloguing every detail: the splintered remains of buildings, the frothing waters surging through the streets, the distant cries of fear and pain—all processed with brutal efficiency, filled away as yet another chapter in humanity’s struggle against ...

CHAPTER THREE - AMY

Amy Dallon’s hands trembled as she pressed them against the gaping wound of the latest survivor. The heat of her power surged through her palms, knitting flesh, stopping blood flow, restoring life. It felt mechanical now—routine, almost—but the ache in her chest never faded.

The screams of the injured, the sounds of the Leviathan’s...

CHAPTER TWO - DEAN

The sound of the storm was deafening, an unrelenting roar of rain, wind, and death. Dean Stansfield—Gallant—stood amidst the destruction, his visor scanning the battlefield as Leviathan’s hulking form carved through the city like a force of nature. Brockton Bay was unrecognizable, a fractured, drowning skeleton of itself. And yet,...

CHAPTER ONE - TAYLOR

The endbringers were more than the monsters most thought they were; natural disasters were a more apt term, and surviving one took far more luck than most had. 

Taylor didn't consider herself lucky. Her mum was dead; she was relentlessly bullied by her former friend; her relationship with her dad was strained; and even the culmination...

CHAPTER THIRTY

With each rough exhale, Tatsuya gathered his resolve. A hint of anticipation lingered in the air—as if it knew that something was about to change—and it whispered softly to him, even as he slowly generated localised movements around his form, caressing the surroundings with its delicate, calm touch.

As he took a few tentat...

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Tatsuya liked to think he approached every situation with a calm and calculated mindset, ensuring that every decision he made was based on careful analysis and sound judgement, but during his recent moments of introspection, he realised that most of his decisions—especially those that furthered his goal—were done in the heat of the moment. T...

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Upon the wooden planks of the stage, enveloped by the smell of blood and the caked remnants of those executed in recent days, the echo of their steps was muted. The bay of the crowd for blood quietened in anticipation, and even Tatsuya couldn't stop the minute shake of his limbs. So, instead of keeping his features carefully impassive like he wa...

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The survival time of a human body without food and water was estimated to be between a week and two, but that depended on several factors, including the individual's overall health, age, physical condition, and environmental conditions. However, while Tatsuya had always prided himself on his physical endurance and mental fortitude—and was sure...

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

This wasn't the first time Tatsuya found himself in a precarious situation, held captive against his will—over the years, his vendetta against Kuro and sense of self-preservation had not endeared himself to any noble—but this time was different, he wasn't alone. Beside him, sat on a threadbare state-filled pallet serving as their bed with ...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Consequences, to Tatsuya, were like the flutter of wings in a butterfly’s flight. A single decision could produce a cascade of ripples, far-reaching and wide, that altered the night and shaped the narrative. He had witnessed firsthand the consequences of his father’s folly, and the anger born from the sheer injustice of it all had made h...

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

For a moment, everything stood still, the forest holding its breath. Then, as if time had resumed its steady march, Tatsuya drew upon the currents that encircled him—ensuring he was quick to prevent interference from the other air elemental—and released it, forming a concentrated circular wave that rippled outward with incredible force in al...

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

To say Tatsuya was shocked would be an understatement, yet he knew there was no time for such at that moment. So, even before the dust settled, the Wind Blades rushed in the defence of their downed leader, with Leia and Rei working in tandem to carry each of Jao’s arms around their shoulders and lift him while the others (including Tatsuya) fo...

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

There was no doubt in his mind that there were more watchers nearby, at the edge of his range, but as they were merely watching for the meantime—he couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed—Tatsuya couldn't let that distract him. The audacious figure demanded his full attention, more so now as the dust and dirt settled, revealing a dar...

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Humans were pack creatures. When individuals were placed in situations where they had to work together, live together, or navigate challenging circumstances together, it wasn't unusual for them to find common ground, build trust, and develop a sense of camaraderie within themselves. The in-group preference; the sense of us that stood i...

CHAPTER TWENTY

As the crackling fire consumed the logs, its eclectic sound joining that of the night’s breeze, gently swaying in its caress, a moment of silence followed Tatsuya’s request, in which, Zoel’s fingers idly tapped against the blades adorning her belt (a preventive measure or, most likely, purely decorative), in what he would describe as a n...

CHAPTER NINETEEN

As the silver rays of the full moon seeped through the dense forest, casting an eerie glow over the serene campsite, Tatsuya slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the remnants of a deep slumber, he was instantly met with a throbbing ache—and a familiar peppermint scent accompanying the reassuringly dull, somewhat warm, itchy sign of healing—...