"Hey, save me first!" A-Train clutched his chest, unable to hide his weakness. Half his blue suit was already stained red with blood and mottled with dust.
He struggled to reach his hand a little farther forward.
Private Angel rolled her eyes. "You're really afraid of dying."
Despite her disparaging words, her actions said otherwise. Braving the bombardment of superpowers whistling down from every direction, Private Angel gripped A-Train's wrist tightly.
Having used her powers too frequently today, Private Angel had no choice but to heal through direct contact.
A comforting golden light wound around A-Train's body like climbing ivy, instantly activating his cells.
With each breath, A-Train's injuries healed visibly.
Within moments, his wounds had closed completely, leaving only his blood loss unreplenished.
But A-Train forced himself to his feet, tensed his leg muscles to their limit, hoisted the unconscious Starlight onto his shoulder, and sped away, cutting through the battlefield like a bolt of blue lightning.
The echo of the sonic boom still lingered in Queen Maeve's ears, and she couldn't help roaring, "Shit! A-Train ran off!"
Ignoring her anger, Private Angel squeezed every usable second out of her time and moved to heal Queen Maeve.
Neither woman noticed their shadows spreading like melted ink, quietly mingling before merging completely after several ripples, forming a new mass of black shadow.
Now, sunlight shone through them as though through a pane of transparent glass, meeting the ground without obstruction.
Neither woman had a shadow anymore.
"Now to borrow Black Noir's ability..."
About a kilometer outside the battlefield, a man in a black robe with a small mustache muttered to himself. His middle and index fingers overlapped as he stared vacantly at the old wall before him.
The wall was ordinary, bearing the same weathered marks one could find in