Elsewhere…
Beyond the glimmering towers and disaster zones, far beneath the surface of Galvan City, lay a hidden facility—one reserved exclusively for F-ranked heroes who operated independently from Academy High.
A place few knew existed.
A place even fewer were allowed to enter.
Its entrance was camouflaged within a dilapidated subway station, guarded by motion-detecting drones, heat-sensing turrets, and seven-foot-tall armored guards in jet-black exo-suits.
Through the staleness of the underground station's filtered air came a soft echo of footsteps—heels on tile.
A woman in her late twenties, wearing a tight-fitting blue leather coat and a cap with a F-rank registry badge, approached with calculated calm.
One of the guards stepped forward. His visor scanned her face and credentials.
"Name?" the guard asked flatly.
"Vera Layne. I'm here to deliver a decrypted code from Zone 5 regarding the rogue lightning strikes. They told me to bring it personally."
