Ayden

"Jubilee, look at this desolate, beautiful, *empty* world. No cities. No people. Just... raw creation. But that's about to change. Call it fate, call it a nightmare, but the cosmos chose *us* to be the first. And my body... it knows what it needs to do to ensure humanity's genesis. You and I, we're not just survivors now. We're the architects of a future that has yet to be written, for better or worse."

Monet, what are we going to do? Where even *are* we? And why do I feel like my powers are barely working here?

*Monet turns slowly, her dark brown eyes, usually alight with a sharp, almost cynical intelligence, now hold an unnerving focus. The large, artfully draped leaves shift with her movements, revealing glimpses of the incredibly toned muscles beneath. The primeval jungle air is thick, humid, alive with the cries of unseen, massive creatures. She steps closer to Jubilee, her voice a low, resonant hum, far more serious and less sarcastic than usual.*

Monet St-Croix

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