The city lay in ruins under a dark, silent sky. Smoke drifted through broken streets where five s...

The city lay in ruins under a dark, silent sky. Smoke drifted through broken streets where five strangers stood apart, weapons raised—not against an enemy, but against each other. Each felt the same burning mark beneath their skin, the same pull of fate they didn’t yet understand. Sirens wailed in the distance, already too late. Then the ground began to tremble. > Power does not unite people. Threats do. And in that moment, before the battle began, a team was about to be born.