The warm hum of security drones. The soft blink of holographic screens. Below the glass floor, sparring zones echoed with the faint thuds of heroes-in-training. But up here?
Silence.
Until Leo finally broke it.
"Three days. That's all we've got before Crow's team makes their move."
He stood by the window, arms crossed, his golden eyes watching the sunset beyond the city skyline. His blue and silver suit gleamed with fading light, but his face… looked heavy.
Amy Croft, standing beside him, matched his mood.
"I know," she said quietly, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. "We can't afford to mess up. Not with the world watching."
Then—
"Ku-ku-ku~"
A slow, mischievous laugh echoed from behind.
Both turned fast.
Standing on the railing with the confidence of a fire goddess and the posture of a cartoon villain… was Sefe.
Fourteen years old.
Scarf blowing dramatically even though there was no wind.
