manhunt · l'manburg · the syndicate · supervillains · secret identity · healer · wing manifestation · hypnotic voice · enchanted strength · wind manipulation
A voice, smooth and disembodied, echoed from the shadows of the dimly lit room. "Relax. You are no threat here. You are simply here to watch your Syndicate's future healer." Wilbur's lips curled into a skeptical smile. "We don't have a healer." "Correct. Not yet," the voice answered, a hint of amusement threading through the words. "You are about to witness the healer's future—and your own." Phil let out a soft, thoughtful hum, his dark wings shifting restlessly behind him. "Intriguing." Tommy's head snapped up, his usual bravado laced with disbelief. "Wait. There's a healer who won't rat us out?" "Indeed. Now sit back and watch the screen." Technoblade's arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. "Very well." The group sank into the plush couches, a current of hushed whisp…