Two days.
That's all the world had left.
The day of the broadcast—October 20, 2018—was a day history would never forget.
Across every screen, every television, every livestream and city square jumbotron, the same image played: the masked figure known only as Insurrecto. Blood still clung to his gloves. The reporter he had murdered lay crumpled beside the fallen camera. But Insurrecto didn't flinch. His voice, laced with twisted calm and venom, echoed into billions of living rooms, offices, and phones.
"Hello... everyone…"
"I am Insurrecto. And today, I announce the beginning of the Great War."
"Hero… versus Villain."
"Two days from now, I and my comrades will raze this world to ash."
"Unless—"
He leaned closer. His mask caught the studio light.
"Unless… you stop us."
"Come on, heroes. Come and try."
Then static.
The screen cut.
But the world never resumed its breath.
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HOPE Headquarters
