"No!"
Ciri woke from a nightmare to the sound of a huge explosion.
Trembling, she pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. Outside, Gotham was in chaos.
Though it was night, flames leaped skyward from the streets, lighting everything up.
There was no Batman, no police. Gotham had descended into crime.
The memory of her escape seemed to flash before her eyes.
Gotham, consumed by crime, seemed to overlap with Cintra, once engulfed in war.
Murder, arson, destruction, flight.
Evil smiles filled her vision. Everyone seemed to have lost their minds, falling into madness.
Cintra had been just like this.
Ciri felt as if she'd been transported back to that time. Faded memories kept resurfacing, turning into a nightmare.
Her small body trembled uncontrollably. She felt ice-cold all over, as if swallowed by darkness.
She hurriedly turned on the lights, then crawled back under the covers.
But the warm bed, something she'd never had in Cintra, couldn't bring her even the slightest comfort now.
Ciri felt like she was about to break down, just as she had during her escape.
An inexplicable power stirred inside her.
She hadn't noticed it yet, lost as she was in fear.
After all, she was only a girl in her teens, and she quickly lost her composure.
"Godfather, you promised you wouldn't leave me! Waaaah!"
The little crybaby's eyes immediately reddened.
"Godfather, big sister..."
"Big sister, where are you?"
Ciri shouted around the room, but Kara didn't answer.
Up in the air, Kara, torn with indecision, heard Ciri calling out.
She stopped hesitating and hurriedly flew home.
Nothing mattered more than Ciri.
At that moment, she understood what was in her heart.
Just like Spider-Man, a superhero had to choose between family and criminals.
Kara was facing her first such choice, and