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

Pedaling home on her bicycle after an unusual morning, Andromeda wheeled it into the garage of her townhome and stepped inside. The house exuded elegance with its decor, but none of it bore her personal touch.

Her fingers traced the wooden banister as she ascended the stairs, passing framed photographs of her and her father—or more accurately, her father alone with her lurking in the background. It struck her then, the absence of any picture where she took center stage. If she appeared, she hid behind others or obscured her face, the smiles plastered on her lips unconvincing.

Surveying the house, Andromeda realized there was little to indicate it was her home. No traces of her accomplishments or personal effects adorned the walls. It was as if she existed only in the shadows, a mere spectator in her own life.

“Waiting for My Sunrise”