Metropolis.
Inside the sewers.
A foul stench filled the air.
Sunlight shone through the opening overhead, falling into three large craters.
If not for the occasional aftershocks,
the scene would have seemed rather warm and soothing.
Clark's eyes snapped open as he woke from his brief unconsciousness.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
He had just tried to cough violently a few times when he felt as though something was blocking his throat, a nauseating sensation stretching from his mouth down into his stomach and lungs.
Instinctively, he reached a hand into his mouth.
Grabbing the clump of still-writhing nanobots, he kept pulling until he had dragged every last one out.
"Urgh..."
He looked at the lump he had pulled out, still coated in his saliva and stomach acid.
Clark's stomach churned, and he flung the disgusting stuff aside.
With the foreign matter cleared from his throat, he could finally breathe freely.
He coughed a few times and spat out several mouthfuls of saliva mixed with sewage.
He raised his head and looked around.
Not far away, he saw the unconscious Engineer, half her skeleton exposed.
At the sight, Clark couldn't help wondering just how Lex Luthor had turned a human into a weapon made entirely of nanobots.
Suddenly, the sound of rolling rubble came from ahead.
Lying on the ground, Clark raised his head warily.
If he wasn't mistaken, Ultraman had made the crater opposite him.
Though his consciousness had been hazy, he vaguely remembered that guy kicking him before they landed.
A black figure appeared directly ahead.
He slowly crawled out of the rubble.
Ultraman.
He seemed to have taken quite a fall too, his armor damaged in several places.
Only the front of his cowl remained, hanging by a few threads, as though a gust of wind could blow the