The moment Elijah touched the metal cuffs on Bunta’s wrists, a small electric charge from his fingers leaped onto the cuffs.
“Ow!” Bunta cried.
“So-sorry!” Elijah apologized.
“What… was that? Is it… are you a superhero!”
“What? No. Not exactly… maybe?”
“That’s cool!”
Elijah looked at his hand weirdly. Was it a leftover charge?
Whereas Bunta was excited to see a genuine hero. The hero that his little brother, Hiro, believed in.
Elijah grabbed the cuffs again. It was fine. He pulled on the cuff at opposite ends, and it broke in half ( ).
“You have super strength!? Cool!”
“I’m pretty strong but not like superman.”
“Like… Spider-Man?”
Elijah was referencing superheroes from his world. To his surprise, this world had them too. Maybe they were generic names or the saga of superheroes is… a multi-versal culture.
‘Alice… dammit.’
Alice had taught him about the multiverse. Despite knowing her true wicked nature, it wasn’t easy getting rid of his feelings for her.