Dominion of the Beast Masters

The world stretched out below them, the cities beneath forming a stunning patchwork of vibrant colors and bustling life.

In Grushia, Kenny was working as a newspapers deliverer, his face red with frustration as he argued with his boss. 

The older man, waving a clipboard, pointed at a pile of unsorted papers. Kenny threw his arms up in exasperation before grabbing a stack and storming off, muttering under his breath.

Somewhere else, in a dimly lit precinct, Julian sat slouched in a chair, flanked by a group of disheveled delinquents. 

A stern-looking police officer paced in front of them, asking questions. Julian sat stiffly in his chair, with a look of deep concern. 

Milo and Colin climbed higher, passing by Genova Academy. On the school grounds, Rowan stood clapping alongside several teachers. 

They were celebrating the students who had participated in a citywide competition, with one young girl proudly holding a trophy above her head.