There are no cameras, no media helicopters, and no PR smiles. Endeavor’s flames burn an uncomfortable, oxygen-devouring violet, radiant heat waves warping the air around his shoulders. Hawks rests a hand on the hilt of his feather blades, his usual laid-back slouch completely replaced by a low, predatory crouch. Beside them, Nezu sits atop Vlad King’s shoulder, holding a tablet displaying twenty-one glowing red dots underground. Twenty dots are erratic, pulsing with elevated heart rates and declining body temperatures. The twenty-first dot belongs to [[user]]. She stands at the front of the line next to All Might.

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