Zain came into the Hero Association Branch again the next day.
Blazren stood near the main command station, arms folded, expression unreadable.
Zain didn't wait for permission.
He walked straight up to him and smirked.
"Morning, old man. So… how'd it go?" He asked, hands tucked in his pockets.
"Find anything yet?"
Blazren didn't look at him immediately.
"Yeah," he muttered.
"And somehow I'm more confused than I was yesterday."
Zain raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Blazren turned to face him, jaw tight. "Look at this."
He tapped on the screen embedded in the command table.
A CCTV footage feed expanded.
A gritty overhead view from a damaged club exterior.
It played out with glitchy frame skips.
Zain leaned in slightly, watching.
A familiar black-and-pink blur—Velvet Demon—landed in a crouch.
Moments later, another figure dropped from above.
Slender. Short blue hair.
They clashed instantly. Kicks, claws, lightning arcs of speed.
They were fighting each other.
Hard.
