In this superhero universe, sidekicks were a strange breed.
They were technically superhumans—people born with powers beyond the average—but barely.
Their abilities were weak, sometimes comically so. Some could manipulate light, but only enough to make a dim glow in their palms.
Others could run faster than normal, but not faster than a motorcycle.
There were those who could control elements—water, air, even fire—but in amounts so tiny they couldn't even put out or start a campfire.
In the eyes of the world, sidekicks were the leftovers of hero society.
But there was a catch.
In the rules of existence that even the cosmic beings—those godlike beings in the Pantheon—had to obey.
Unlike normal humans, sidekicks could grow.
Just like Superheroes.
If they entered dungeons—those mysterious, dimensional rifts where power, danger, and mystery mingled—sidekicks could evolve.
Slowly, painfully, but definitely.
