On the outskirts of Washington, an abandoned factory.
White light exploded, and dozens of figures tumbled out of the pillar of light, crashing onto the dust-covered concrete floor.
The first man to climb to his feet had mechanical wings strapped to his back and wore a blue skintight combat suit.
With a hum, the wing pack on his back unfolded, revealing two rows of miniature missile pods.
He spat out the dust in his mouth.
"Fuck, what kind of shithole is this now? I nearly got shredded by that bat in the Gotham instance last time. What the hell is it this time?"
Flying Eagle, a Level 5 Reincarnator.
Beside him, a burly man holding a round shield rose from the ground. He slammed the shield down, cracking the concrete in three places.
"With guts like yours, you think you deserve to enter Heavens War? Did you forget how Hydra grunts chased you around last time?"
Star Shield, a Level 5 Reincarnator.
Flying Eagle instantly bristled, his wings swiveling toward him.
"Say that one more fucking time? If you hadn't stolen my Batman gear in the Gotham instance last time, would Bane have broken my damn leg? I haven't settled that score with you yet!"
"Come on, then." Star Shield raised his shield with a cold sneer. "Trash is trash. Even if you had the equipment, you still couldn't hold onto it."
In the corner, a hulking man with crimson skin clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
He stood nearly four meters tall, his muscles bulging like stone.
A young man in a black skintight suit crouched on a tree branch.
His suit was patterned with webs, with a silver spider emblem on his chest.
He swung a strand of webbing from his hand as he played with a dagger