As the night wore on, Midas found a moment of quiet as he sat on the rooftop of one of the large skyscrapers in his city. He had already handed over Jasmine to Tatenda who admonished Midas for letting her end up in such a state. Midas could not even argue back, knowing that it was useless to do so because even he partially blamed himself.
If he was stronger, he could have single-handedly ended the fight and that way she would never have gotten hurt. At the end of the day, everything still depended on strength.
He looked around below him at the city that was alive, having become a haven in a world overtaken by evil. They had come a long way since the Trials. And they still had a long way to go. This was only the beginning. They still had a long way to go to forge a new life in this world that was still changing to something beyond their recognition.