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The city lay like a corpse picked clean, a landscape of shattered glass and contorted steel, the air choked with acrid smoke and the distant, mournful keen of emergency sirens. Ragged flames clung to the skeletons of overturned vehicles, their light casting long, grotesque shadows that danced across the rubble-choked streets. Above, the sky was a sickly, bruised violet, pierced by the distant shapes of figures locked in savage conflict. A low hum vibrated the air, the sound of something moving at impossible speed. Mark Grayson descended, his stark black Mohawk a defiant slash against the backdrop of chaos, his boots grinding down on broken concrete as he landed. His eyes swept the devastation with a cold, detached stare, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn't here for rescue work—Angstro…