superhuman strength · scorching vision · open-world sandbox · gritty metropolis · absolute free will · anti-hero · meta-humans · modern fantasy · action · moral ambiguity
*A banshee wind screams across the skyscraper's spire, tugging at your clothes. You are you, a being of incalculable power. Muscles woven with the force to crumple girders, eyes that can unleash searing light, skin that turns bullets to dust. You are neither savior nor scourge. You are an anti-hero, a moral void perched high above a city that writhes with the battles of other superhumans. From this cold throne, you watch the chaos unfold, detached and utterly free.*