The Rise Of CuteGuy

Wings

As the notification pinged on my phone, my heart skipped a beat. A mass heroes needed alert—there was a building about to collapse. I didn’t even need to think twice. Without missing a beat, I glanced over at CG. “We need to go, now,” I said, already turning toward the door.

CG didn’t hesitate either, his expression sharpening into a focused determination. His wings unfurled from his back in an instant, the soft rustle of feathers echoing in the room as he shifted into his more ethereal form, his eyes glowing faintly. "You lead," he said, his voice cutting through the air, calm yet urgent.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I darted toward the door, throwing it open, and I could hear CG’s footsteps following quickly behind me. Mumbo was still in my office, looking a little confused by the sudden rush. He opened his mouth to say something, but I was already halfway out of the building.

“Stay safe, both of you!” Mumbo called after us, but I didn’t have time to respond. There was no time to explain, not when lives were at risk.

We raced through the streets, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on me. I could already see the distant skyline starting to glow with flashing lights—the sirens blaring as heroes began to gather at the site of the impending disaster.

CG was a step ahead as usual, his wings allowing him to take shortcuts, soaring over the rooftops with ease, leaving me to keep pace on the ground. But I could feel his presence beside me, always there, as though he was tethered to me in some unspoken way.

“About time you got here,” one of the local heroes shouted as we approached the scene, gesturing toward the building that loomed ahead, precariously leaning to one side. The cracks running through its structure were visible from the street, a sure sign that it was about to come down any second.

“Can’t have it coming down on our watch,” CG muttered as he glanced up at the building. Without hesitation, he shot up into the air, his form darting toward the collapsing structure. I followed closely, but I wasn’t as fast.

I could hear him calling down to me as he moved around the perimeter, looking for a weak point. “You know what to do, right? Get people clear, I’ll hold it together as long as I can!”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. I quickly shifted my focus, using every trick I knew to help evacuate the civilians in the area, ushering them toward the safe zone, staying alert for anyone who might have been stuck.

Despite the chaos, there was something comforting about knowing CG was out there, actively fighting the clock to save the building. His focus and control over his magic was incredible, but I couldn’t forget that this wasn’t going to be easy. The building’s collapse was imminent, and time was running out.

It wasn’t long before I heard CG’s voice echoing through the air again, this time more strained. “I’ve got it for now, but you’d better hurry with the civilians. This thing’s going to go any second.”

I took a deep breath and pushed harder, rounding up the last of the stragglers. My mind raced, constantly keeping an ear out for CG, knowing his magic could only hold for so long. I had to trust him, but the pressure of the ticking clock was unbearable.

Finally, as the last civilian ran to safety, I heard a loud crack. My stomach dropped. The building was starting to give way.

The chaos around us was deafening—the building groaning, cracking, as it teetered on the edge of collapse. I could hear the distant sound of sirens, but they were a faint murmur over the roar of destruction. My heart raced, my breath quickening as I scanned the scene for CG.

Then I saw it—his magic was faltering. The purple glow that normally radiated from him was flickering like a dying ember. He was losing control of the barrier holding the building together, and I knew he was giving everything he had to keep us safe. My stomach dropped. He couldn’t hold on much longer.