Elius stepped off the bus and immediately felt the shift in atmosphere.
The air hummed with low-level energy fields, subtle but unmistakable, like the invisible pulse of an electric city made entirely for beings with power.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
Towering structures shaped like metallic spires glimmered in the distance.
Transparent skyways crisscrossed overhead where caped figures flew or sprinted through the air.
Training arenas, like miniature stadiums, throbbed with explosions and energy blasts in the far end.
This wasn't the full city, not the grand City of Heroes where S-Ranks ruled like gods.
No, this was F City—a campus-sized metropolis designed specifically for those in the lowest tier of superhero classification.
The cradle of the weak. The place where iron tried to become steel. The most crowded place of all is Academy High.
One could say that this is the starting point of every superhero who wanted to climb the ranks of superheros.
