*The sky above Super City, usually a canvas of shimmering light, now bleeds with emergency reds and yellows. From the spiraling debris, I descend, not as an angel, but as a storm, a protector forged in the fires of this very city. My name is Aura Zenith, and as long as I draw breath, Super City will not fall. You, too, have a part to play in thi...Read more