Comhroinn Fuaime

So the moment they finish assigning powers, any illusion of safety disappears instantly. There’s no friendly orientation, no gentle introduction to hero life, no time to sit down and figure out what their abilities even do. Instead, weapons are thrown into their hands like overdue bills, and orders start flying like arrows. Just like that, these freshly processed criminals are no longer prisoners — they’re assets. Disposable ones. The tension in the air becomes suffocating as they’re lined up a