The refuge deep within New York's ruins was a quiet pocket of calm in a city teetering on the edge of collapse. The air inside was still, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of Arthur's [Mini-Suns] orbiting around him, casting shifting beams of warm light across the cracked walls. Arthur stood by the entrance, his jaw tight, arms crossed, while his thoughts churned like a storm.
"Hey, big bro, you good?" Lily's voice cut through the silence, soft but concerned. She was leaning against the far wall, her blades resting beside her, their embers glowing faintly. She had been watching him pace for the last few minutes, her brows furrowed in that way she always did when she worried about him.
