Xairou

In the wake of a life-altering meteor shower, Tonrie and Andromeda awaken from a coma to discover they possess extraordinary powers. As they grapple with personal struggles and the mysteries surrounding the cataclysm, they must rise above adversity to become the heroes Las Pacifica desperately needs. 
But what secrets lie hidden in the aftermath of the meteor shower, and will they be able to harness their newfound abilities to save their city?

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Exasperated and done with playing the hero, Hydrocity's demeanor shifted, his eyes swirling and flashing with an intense blue torrent. Suddenly, an eerie chill engulfed the air. The brute, laughing triumphantly, abruptly halted, his body rapidly freezing, turning white as the frigid temperature plummeted. Frost and ice rapidly coated every surface, chilling the surrounding air.

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Dash, observing the disastrous scene, panicked as he watched the external temperature plummet dozens of degrees a second. "You have to chill and calm down!" he pleaded urgently through his headset, but to no avail.

"I am chill," Hydrocity retorted emotionlessly as the temperature plummeted, encasing the area in a thick layer of snow and ice. Coming back to her senses and seeing Hydrocity's sanity plummet, Zenith, summoning her last reserves of energy, swooped in, snatching Hydrocity, and rocketed off into the sky, a whirlwind of fire and snow trailing behind, leaving behind a crime scene frozen in an eerie winter apocalypse.

The Sun and Sea

In a dimly lit alley, the ambiance was gloomy and the air heavy with tension as steam wafted from the vents, cloaking the scene in an eerie mist. A band of masked figures were attempting to breach the rear entrance of a building, their actions furtive and shadowy in the scant light.

"Freeze!" A voice, veiled by a black ski mask, echoed through the alley, a bold yet somewhat uncertain command from the unknown figure standing with somewhat wavering resolve.

The thugs paused their efforts, exchanging derisive glances among themselves. One of them, dripping with sarcasm, retorted, "and who are you supposed to be? Captain Sweatshirt?" His mocking tone amplified the tension in the air.

"We don't have time for this, get rid of him!" The leader's terse command sliced through the banter as he directed his companions to continue their task.

Special Delivery