As dawn crept in, an escort Lev pulled out from the tribunal, carrying now the most notorious high-security prisoner: Ansel Shedd.
He was restrained head-to-toe—thick metal cuffs binding his wrists, blocking his powers, and a collar snug around his neck, ready to detonate if he tried any tricks.
Flanking him were Leandro and a crack squad of elite enforcers, all set for the journey to the prison.
Five Vice Admirals flew on hoverboards beside the Lev, their eyes sharp and unblinking, constantly scanning for even the slightest hint of danger.
It was that eerie hour just before dawn, the city streets barely stirring with an occasional lone vehicle passing by.
As the team exited Central City's protective Aegis Shield, the air thickened with tension.
Every member tuned their powers to the max, alert and on edge. Above them, dark clouds rolled in, heavy and foreboding, as if nature itself was brewing something fierce.
