Old Man Yells at Rat

Blazren sat behind his desk, his hands flipping through reports on hero activities in the lower zones.

The stack of files was thick, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded over the past week.

He leaned back, his eyes narrowing at a few lines on one of the pages.

"Heavenly Demon Sect again."

His visor pinged with a sharp beep.

An alert appeared on his screen, red and urgent.

A staff member hurried in, her steps quick and voice tight.

"Sir, there's an emergency in BB-2."

Blazren's fingers paused on the desk.

"What is it?"

She took a breath.

"There's an attack. A villain with rat transformation and rust abilities."

"He's taken down a lot of heroes."

Blazren's eyes darkened.

"How many?"

The staff frowned as she counted them.

"Three A-Rank heroes are badly injured. Ten B-Rank heroes are dead."

Blazren's jaw tightened. His hands clenched into fists.

"Damn it."