Spectacular World

Whisper's Daring Plan

In current times, Chrysanthemum City is seen as a Calamity level threat. It had been locked away by the rest of the world, with massive walls and barriers placed around it to keep the full force of its infection in.

A place swarming with monstrous beings, once humans, or Supers, they had long since given up their mortal flesh and became something new. The city now belonged to the Hive.

It wasn't always like that, though. Chrysanthemum had been a normal city like any other. One that had its very own Enforcer member guarding over it. The hero known as Legend. Two years ago, it was hit by a Calamity-level threat. The Beast had arrived. Many heroes, and even villains, died to the Beast, doing their best to send it back into space, where it now resides, repairing itself and getting ready for its next big fight.

It had been after the incident with the Beast that a Cleanup squad member would be infected by a strand of Lucifer's Dead Virus, mutating and involving into a brand-new form of sickness.

It wasn't time for that story, though. This tale was set during the actual Beast attack—the once beautiful buildings of Chrysanthemum lay in ruins. The city had been known for its architectural designs—twisting roads, various theme parks, and buildings that went every direction but straight up.

Now, though, magma flowed down the streets, hail rained from the sky hard enough to impale stone, twisters of wind tore anything not bolted down away, and lightning danced through the air, cutting out every source of power.

The many buildings' weird designs came in handy for once. At least, that was what Landon Grove thought. It allowed him and a few other dozen civilians that had gotten out of the streets in time to survive. They used the rooftops and hopped from tower to tower, all attempting to get away from the disaster that was destroying the city.

"Just a bit further!" Mr. Grove shouted. He had to scream it as loud as his lungs could manage just to get his voice to be slightly louder than the sounds of combat.

What little part of the city wasn't filled with hot flames had dozens of Supers throwing everything they had at an unseen threat. He hadn't been able to get a good look at whatever the Beast truly was. It was far too fast and tore through anything that got in its way, even if that happened to be a building. There must have been nearly one hundred different Supers, all fighting a single target.

"We need to keep moving." He yelled again. "We're nearing the edge of this mess and will be able to be picked up by someone."

"What we need to do is stay put!" Someone else screamed back. "It's too dangerous to be jumping from roof to roof. If we stay here, a hero will eventually come and save us!"

"Like hell, they will." He pointed down toward the ground. A large pile of burned Supers had been stacked together. Many of them had been blasted out of the sky when they attempted to fly, either from the Beast or a stray bolt of lightning that had caught them. "We can't stay put! That thing could hit us any moment now-"

It was like Lady Luck herself decided to play a prank on him. Before he could even finish his sentence, the building they were on made a horrible screaming sound. He felt his eyes go wide when he saw something massive crash through it from down below the street.

Everything shook, and a few poor people slipped off and tumbled down, falling to their doom.

"Run for it! The place is coming down!"

The roof was slick with ice, and steam constantly burned his eyes, making it hard to see how far the jump to the next building would be. He took a chance, as did many others, and he ran at full speed and jumped off of the roof.

Dozens of people weren't as athletic as he was and didn't get close to the next roof, falling toward the pits of fire down below. He felt his body ram into the hard rock as he crashed into the edge of the roof, barely making it. He tried to grapple to the edge or dig his nails into any cracks, but the ice made it impossible to get a grip.