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In the aftermath of Eclipse's devastating display of power, the city of Tulsa descended into chaos. News of the destruction spread like wildfire, igniting panic and fear among the residents. Whispers turned into shouts, and shouts turned into screams as the truth of Eclipse's reign began to sink in.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, the streets filled with citizens who had gathered in a mix of anger and terror. The news reports blared from televisions in homes and storefronts, showing the destruction of the town hall and the ominous figure of Eclipse looming over the mayor. A palpable tension hung in the air, a simmering rage that begged to be unleashed.

"Enough is enough!" shouted a young man, his voice cutting through the crowd. "We can't let him get away with this! We need to fight back!"

His words resonated with others, igniting a fire of resistance. The crowd grew restless, chanting for action against the tyrant who had invaded their lives. Signs were raised, fists pumped into the air, and a sense of unity began to coalesce among the people of Tulsa.

But Eclipse was watching from above, perched on the ledge of a nearby skyscraper, his eyes glowing with a deep, unsettling crimson. He felt the energy of the crowd surging below him, and it only fueled his dark desires.

With a sinister smile, he descended toward the chaos, landing gracefully in the center of the crowd, his presence commanding immediate attention. The chants faded to whispers as the people turned to face him, their expressions a mix of defiance and fear.

"Look at you all," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "So brave in your numbers. But what can you do against a god?"

Before anyone could respond, he lifted his arms, palms facing the sky, and unleashed a devastating wave of laser fire from his eyes. The beams sliced through the crowd with surgical precision, igniting screams as people were caught in the onslaught. Bodies fell, and chaos erupted anew as those who remained scrambled for safety, their hopes of resistance shattered.

"Foolish mortals!" Eclipse bellowed over the cries of the wounded. "This is the fate that awaits anyone who dares to oppose me!"

As the dust settled and silence fell, he surveyed the carnage with satisfaction. The once-determined protesters lay scattered, their rebellion extinguished in an instant. But even as he reveled in the destruction, a new threat loomed on the horizon.

In a secure government building, far removed from the chaos, a major government official watched the news with a grim expression. Senator Margaret Hale, a seasoned politician known for her no-nonsense attitude, had been tracking the rise of Eclipse since the destruction of Ashford.

"Enough is enough," she muttered to herself, her mind racing with strategies. "We cannot let this monster continue unchecked."

She gathered her closest advisors, her voice firm and unwavering. "We need to assemble a task force—military, intelligence, anyone who can help us take down this threat. He's not just a supervillain; he's a national crisis."

"Senator, he's incredibly powerful," one advisor cautioned. "We don't know the full extent of his abilities. Engaging him directly could be catastrophic."

"I don't care!" she snapped, her eyes ablaze with determination. "If we don't act now, he'll turn this city—and this country—into his playground. We need to show him that he cannot terrorize us without consequences."

As the plan began to take shape, the senator's resolve hardened. She would rally the forces to confront Eclipse, to stand against the darkness that threatened to engulf them all. She would not be a passive spectator in the face of tyranny.

Back in the streets of Tulsa, as the remaining citizens struggled to comprehend the devastation, whispers of rebellion began to circulate once more. The spirit of defiance hadn't been completely snuffed out; it simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to rise again.

But Eclipse, floating high above the city, felt their lingering hope and laughed. "You think you can resist me? I will crush you all beneath my heel. The dawn of my reign is upon you, and I will not be stopped."

The stage was set: a city on the brink of revolt, a government poised for action, and a dark god determined to cement his rule. The battle for Tulsa had only just begun, and the line between hero and villain blurred further with each passing moment.