A New World, A New Obsession
Jason descended through clouds that felt wrong. The air itself tasted different here—same oxygen, same nitrogen, but the underlying signature of reality was off. Like a song played in a different key.
The scream cut through his thoughts.
His eyes snapped to street level. A woman—older, gray hair, modest clothing—was running down an alley. Behind her, something green and orange swooped on what looked like a mechanical glider.
Jason squinted, his enhanced vision zooming in instantly. The figure was humanoid but wore a grotesque mask—pointed ears, yellow eyes, a manic grin frozen in metal and plastic. Some kind of costume. The glider sparked with electrical energy, and the figure held small, round objects in his hands.
Bombs.
The woman stumbled, catching herself against a brick wall. The green figure laughed—a high, cackling sound that echoed between the buildings.
Jason didn't think. Didn't analyze. Just moved.
