Metropolis.
An endless "orange-red" sunset stretched above the city's people.
Jino's voice drifted through every skyscraper and home like a gentle breeze, yet seemed to fill the air itself.
Everyone heard Jino's voice.
Abruptly and uncontrollably, like the silent anticipation before receiving something that would send them into a frenzy of joy amid a miserable life, everyone fell silent.
The entire city seemed to have been put on pause.
A strange thought quietly surfaced in countless ordinary people's hearts: they wanted to scream, to cheer without restraint.
The Pilgrimage Technique, the spell angels most loved to use when descending into the world, blanketed the entire city.
As harmless Angel Magic seeped into everyone's hearts,
Like rustling sounds in the dead of night, for no apparent reason, countless voices rose and intertwined, like a grand theatrical performance.
"Jino Luthor."
The voices began softly, chaotic and disordered.
Other than Clark and the others hiding inside the high-rise, the citizens stiffly raised their arms, their eyes burning with fervor.
"Jino Luthor!"
Cheers rang out across the city once more.
The previously noisy voices grew louder and more synchronized.
Grand and orderly, the nearly roaring wave of sound seemed ready to overturn the entire city. It was as unbelievable as some second-rate scientist claiming that if everyone on Earth jumped at the same time, the planet would be destroyed.
The glass trembled, and the ground seemed to shake.
Like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.
Tens of thousands shouted.
Everyone adored him.
At a single word from the boy, the entire city began to boil and burn!
They cheered Jino Luthor's name.
They sang praises of Jino's achievements.
The sound was like fighter jets streaking through the sky, its waves spreading from every direction and echoing throughout the city.
Naturally, those sounds reached Injustice Superman's