Everything seemed to have ended. The shield was gone, and soldiers rushed to the scene, their heavy boots thudding against the cobblestone streets.
"Things are getting interesting," murmured a cloaked figure perched atop a distant building. The moonlight revealed a faint, amused smile on his face. "They've started tapping into their powers, but it's still too raw—too chaotic. No matter. It won't be long before they're ripe for use." He turned, his cloak billowing as he vanished into the shadows. "Time to clean up this mess."
Deadlock Five, who had been watching everything unfold, clenched his fists. He was immensely furious, but his orders were clear—observe, not intervene. He tapped his communicator, summoning two more Deadlocks. Within moments, they arrived, their expressions as grim as his. Together, they carried the three unconscious children away, disappearing into the cold, unyielding night.
