Alex stood in the grand palace of Treasure Island, his face streaked with grime and soot from the recent battle with Bone Man. The air around him was heavy with the remnants of smoke from the fires that had ravaged the city. The marble floors beneath his feet, once pristine, were now scorched and cracked in places. Golden accents, dimmed by the disaster, gleamed faintly under the warm glow of the torches lining the room.
His black and white samurai armor was still dusted with ash and debris from the explosions, the blue flames of his power having left faint scorch marks on his sleeves. He felt the weight of everything that had happened—the destruction, the lives lost, and the battle fought. But now, he had another task to complete.