Undercurrents Stir

New York City. "God, run!" "Oh my God, where is the Justice League?!" On the crowded streets, people fled in panic in every direction. At the center of the chaos floated a woman in midair. Silver-green energy enveloped her. Whenever she raised a hand, constructs forged from emotion would transform into countless powerful weapons. The entire street had been reduced to rubble. Burst fire hydrants, shattered streetlights, and panicked civilians formed a grim tableau of disaster. "That's right, just like that—kill them all!