Three Years into the Future
The sky was bleeding ash.
A cracked sun hung behind a veil of smoke as the air shimmered with heat. Buildings leaned at broken angles, windows shattered, steel frames half-melted by fire. The once-mighty city center now resembled a graveyard of glass and ruin.
In the middle of it all, fire walked.
The monster known as Pyrrhus emerged from the smoldering remains of the courthouse tower, standing easily three stories tall. His body was black stone streaked with rivers of magma, limbs layered in armor forged by the earth's core. Every movement sent flickers of flame from his skin, raining embers across the street.
He exhaled, and a jet of fire blew from his jagged mouth.
From across the blackened plaza, a single figure walked through the haze.
Edward.
No armor. No team. No cape.
Just a lean figure in a scorched gray jacket, dark boots, and a blade at his side.
And one ability.
He could swap bodies with anything that had a mind.
