Three days later…
The casualties of Red's attacks were buried.
It was such a sad day that the skies turned dark and it cried till nightfall.
But what truly made the day tragic wasn't just the deaths of so many innocent civilians and brave soldiers. It was the fact that hardly any heroes lost their lives.
The people of Metro City didn't want their heroes to die, but they couldn't help feeling betrayed by the Hero Agency for failing to do everything possible to protect the weak and vulnerable like them.
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A week later…
Scott was confined to his bed.
His body was still in recovery mode.
He sat cross-legged on the mattress, wearing sweatpants and staring at the muted television across the room.
Stretching his arms, he let out an exaggerated groan.
"Damn… for something called the Anti-Disaster Suit, it sure takes a friggin' toll on my body."
He muttered to no one in particular.
