Chapter 137 - The Successor Of Archimedes

The streets of New York lay in a state of perpetual twilight, the aftermath of the battle with the Smiling God still lingering like a thick, choking fog. Buildings that once stood proudly as symbols of humanity's triumph now sat as twisted ruins, crumbling under their own weight. Arthur hovered above the ground, his [Flight] skill keeping him suspended effortlessly as his mind wrestled with the chaos left in the wake of their victory. Raul and Kali—two of their closest allies—were gone, and their absence was a hollow ache Arthur couldn't shake. Even with the defeat of the Smiling God, the world felt darker, emptier.