The stars above F-Ranked Superhero City blinked dully through the haze of industrial light and lingering smoke. The city was a sprawling labyrinth of cracked concrete, rusted rooftops, neon signs flickering between glitches, and winding alleys swallowed by fog. A city forgotten by time and prestige, inhabited by low-tier heroes, petty crooks, washed-out vigilantes, and the ghosts of abandoned missions. It was the bottom rung of the superpowered world — the graveyard of dreams.
Elius walked through it as if it were a cathedral.
