The Beginning
Ultra City—an awe-inspiring metropolis of shimmering towers and pulsing neon. Its skyline glowed like a crystal crown under the twilight, alive with flying transports and holographic ads painting the glass surfaces with light. A futuristic haven teetering on the edge of wonder and chaos.
Tonight, chaos won.
On the corner of 9th Avenue, Royal Crest Bank erupted in alarms.
"Freeze! Nobody move!"
Three masked bandits burst through the glass doors, armed with high-tech rifles, barking threats at civilians. But before they could reach the vault, the lobby air shifted.
The front doors exploded inward with a sharp gust of wind.
Standing tall in dark-green armor and a sharp tactical bow, Timothy Slinger stepped in. Known to the public as Vilex, he didn't speak. He didn't need to. One precise shot—an arrow hit the first bandit's weapon, short-circuiting it into a powerless hunk of metal. The next two barely raised their guns before he fired again, electrified arrows pinning one to the wall.
He walked calmly past them, voice steady as he spoke into his comms.
"Bank secure. Alert the police."
Sirens wailed in the distance. Vilex's sharp brown eyes met the stunned criminals.
"You're not even worth the Hero Association's time."
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Meanwhile, beneath the towering Hero Association Headquarters—an 80-story glass monolith—the underground bullet train hissed to a stop.
Out stepped Raymond Miller, better known as Frost. Athletic and refined, his sharp icy-white eyes contrasted his light skin and dark ponytailed hair. His coat, styled like a modern samurai's, flowed just past his knees—icy blue with silver accents, marking his elemental affinity.
In the lobby, he was greeted by two figures:
Layla Bremm, her burgundy-red hair cut in a sharp bob and piercing green eyes, dressed in a tactical command suit. Beside her, the ever-calm Johnathan Flicker—ash-blond hair tousled like he'd been working for hours, gray-blue eyes thoughtful behind a white tech-laced lab coat.
"Welcome to Ultra City, Raymond," Layla said.
"We've been expecting you," Jonathan added, handing over a data tab.
Raymond adjusted his duffle strap. "I was told I'd be meeting someone?"
"That would be Timothy Slinger. You may know him as Vilex," Jonathan replied.
Raymond smirked. "Heard he skipped half the Hero Academy and still outpaced most field agents."
Layla chuckled softly. "Ultra City's been quiet... until now."
Moments later, Timothy entered the lobby, visor off.
"You must be the Academy graduate," he said, offering a hand.
"Top of the class," Raymond replied, shaking it. "All sweat, no shortcuts."
Timothy's brow lifted. "I dropped out."
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Far away, in a mountain temple high above the clouds, Sage Micah meditated. His brown eyes flickered open, robes swirling with arcane energy. Embroidered with glowing runes, his deep red cloak shimmered as the wind picked up.
"It's time," he whispered to a fellow acolyte.
With a wave, he vanished into a portal of stars—his destination: Ultra City.
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Beyond Earth's atmosphere, in the hull of a royal spacecraft, Rudy Atracius stood at the viewing panel. Warm bronze skin. Plaited hair in two long rows. A majestic ceremonial suit adorned in golden patterns clung to him, paired with a semi-sentient staff pulsing with ember-like veins.
"My prince, let us accompany you," said an aide.
Rudy shook his head. "No. This is my path alone."
The pod launched—his descent marked by fire.
Not far behind, another meteor-like entry flared across the sky. From its crash, stepped Jakson Alexandar, his sleek crimson-black suit lit by ember veins. A massive blade—The World Cutter—rested on his back. With a smirk, he stood from the crater.
"Didn't hurt as much as I thought."
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Inside the Hero Association HQ, alarms blared.
"We've detected two extraterrestrial entries!" a technician called.
Layla spun around. "Looks like you two," she said to Vilex and Frost, "are getting your first real mission."
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Elsewhere in a private lab, Maximus Alle, soon to be known as Superbolt, adjusted his goggles. Blonde curls bounced as he blurred through his workspace, concocting compounds at superhuman speed.
"Maximus! Take a break!" a colleague yelled.
"One more test." And in a second, it was done.
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At a tech facility downtown, Larry Stones—future Hi-Tech—stood silently beside his father.
"You helped build this suit. No one knows it better," his father said.
Outside, Ivy Madsen, Larry's PA, waited, braided black-and-silver hair glinting under city lights.
"You don't look excited."
"It's complicated," Larry muttered, walking past her.
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On a grassy hill, Tyler Smith, known later as Thunderstorm, lounged inside his motorhome. His silver-gray eyes flicked toward the call.
"Tyler, fix the toilet!" Bethany called.
"I will... just not now," he replied.
"You broke it!" Tomika snapped.
Bethany sighed. "It's fine. He'll fix it, right?"
"I got it," he said, rising. "Let me get dressed. I'll take you to work."
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Back at the city zoo, Derick Andrew, aka Mega Panther, greeted a group of kids.
"Careful! That snake's cranky."
"Stop scaring the children," a coworker chided.
Derick chuckled and ducked into the back to visit a panther cub.
"Hey, little one. Just saying bye before I clock out."
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In a quiet alleyway downtown, Rudy and Jakson crossed paths.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Rudy asked.
"What about you?"
Before they could answer, Frost and Vilex dropped in from above.
"Move," Timothy warned. "Or you're both dead."
Jakson rolled his eyes. "Nice to meet you too."
"You broke Earth's barrier," Raymond said. "What did you expect, a welcome party?"
Layla's voice crackled through comms. "Take them out."
"Wait!" Jonathan protested. "We don't know their purpose."
"They invaded!" Layla snapped.
Jakson laughed. "Invaded? I crash-landed. My back still hurts."
Rudy folded his arms. "I'm a king, not a terrorist."
"If you're not a threat," Timothy said, "then come with us."
"Fine by me," Jakson replied.
"Cool with it," Rudy echoed.
Then—a massive BOOM shook the street.
Raymond looked skyward.
"What the hell is going on today...?"
To be continued.