So what the hell had I just seen?
Had that been someone who was physically affected by their powers? I wasn’t even sure if it was human.
A Horcrux, perhaps. Or maybe just an old Chinese person from Ranma ½. Seems about the right size, and then there’s the beak…
I had a growing, uneasy feeling that this wasn’t related to powers and trigger events in the conventional sense. I pushed it out of my mind. I had something more pressing to focus on.
…we did recently get an indication that such phenomena exist besides the Endbringers. I suppose that makes this a good time to introduce one such element, whatever the fuck it may be.
I set my foot on the bookcase, then stepped up and through the window to exit the building. I could see the others dispatching two members of the Protectorate.
Nice work, guys!
Tattletale hurried towards me, said something about the explosion, that she thought I’d be out by now. I barely registered it. My attention was on one person as I strode forward.
Bitch, right?
As hypocritical as it sounds after my reaction to Bitch’s outburst on the way in, this would be a good time to walk straight up and deliver a punch to the face.
It’s not the time, but still a good time.
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