MOMENTS BEFORE
IN GOD TOWER
From the top floor of the God Tower, Jefferson stood like a statue of war itself, arms folded behind his back, gaze cutting through the city like a blade through mist. The dark, see-through glass reflected the shimmering skyline of Stellar City, but his eyes weren't admiring it. They were calculating. Cold. Focused.
No one could tell what was running through his mind.
Hell, no one even tried except for a bunch of love-struck girls who huddled behind him like pigeons orbiting a marble lion.
"He's so… cool," one of them whispered, eyes sparkling like she'd just seen the main character of a romance anime.
"I know, right? So young, yet already at the top of God Tower. Ugh, if I could just... talk to him," another sighed dreamily.
"Hang out with him? Only if he'd ever notice us," the third mumbled like she was watching a god from Olympus.
And standing right in front of them, just behind Jefferson, was a certain someone...
Rex.
