Zain stood at the edge of a rooftop overlooking the city.
Flames flickered in the distance. Screams echoed from far-off streets.
Below him, chaos had erupted—mutants were tearing through zones, leaving destruction in their path.
His crimson eyes watched calmly as a group of [Feral Beastkin] chased down a squad of heroes.
He could hear the crashes, the shouts, the fear. But he didn't move. He only smiled.
Velra stood beside him, arms crossed, her long pink hair drifting in the wind.
"They've started attacking again."
Zain smirked. "I see it."
He turned his head slightly, speaking without looking at her. "Tell the girls… it's hunting time."
Velra's eyes lit up. "As you command."
"Have them take down a few mutants," Zain continued.
"Quietly. No need for anyone to know we're moving."
Velra tilted her head, intrigued. "Should we collect the bodies?"
Zain nodded. "Yes. No trace. No survivors."
