Central City—Devastated Streets
Oscar stood in the middle of a flattened street. Behind him, entire rows of houses and vehicles lay crumpled and burning from his unchecked wrath. His axes pulsed in his hands with flickering purple lightning.
Sixteen feet away, a small team of students in their school uniforms, now ragged from battle, faced him with grim determination.
Gregor stood at the front, his iron staff braced in front of him. The Head Girl held a twin-bladed spear that shimmered with green energy. Femi clutched a giant mace resting on his shoulder. Safiya and Xavier brandished slender, rune-carved blades, their edges glowing with pale light.
They formed a battle line in the cracked street. Smoke drifted between them.
Gregor spoke with a voice that tried to stay calm:
> “Mr.
