At Police Force HQ, alarms blared through the command center as the floor vibrated faintly from the shockwaves still reaching the outskirts of Jaku City. Red lights flashed across the operations room, painting the tense faces of heroes, officers, and analysts as they scrambled to reestablish comms.
Monitors displayed only static—the hospital feed completely consumed by decay. Every attempt to reconnect resulted in corrupted signals or black screens. Data from satellite drones blinked red, showing the expanding zone of devastation spreading like a cancerous bloom across the city's heart.
"Endeavor! Come in, Endeavor!"
Naomasa Tsukauchi's voice cracked through the chaos, fingers flying over the console. "Team Endeavor, do you copy? Mirko? Eraser Head? Anyone!?"
Nothing.
Only the faint, shrill hum of static filled the air.
"We've lost visuals," an officer reported, panic edging into her tone. "Decay's residue is interfering with drone sensors—thermal, magnetic, everything!"
"No... it's consuming everything," another whispered, watching as even the environmental readings disintegrated line by line. "The entire hospital... it's gone."
Naomasa slammed his fist on the table. "Expand search radius! Get me something—a heartbeat, a heat signature, anything from that site!"
A sudden burst of radio feedback cut through the noise. "—HQ, it's Flash!" The voice was winded, strained, and uncharacteristically grim. "I'm at ground zero. There's... there's nothing here."
Everyone froze.
Naomasa leaned into the receiver. "Clarify, Flash—define nothing."
"I mean exactly that," Wally's voice came back, heavy with disbelief. "The building is gone. The foundation, the floors—everything. No biological traces, no survivors in sight. And..."
He hesitated, something in his tone sinking the pit of every stomach in the room.
"Superman's not here. No body, no residue—just burned blood, and traces of heat signatures that cut off mid-read. He's... missing."
A cold silence swept the HQ.
Melissa's hands flew to her mouth as the color drained from her face. "No... no, that can't be..."
Monitors flickered again—this time, satellite imagery showed a massive crater where the hospital once stood. Dust and debris still swirled through the air like a storm. The faint outlines of decayed streets stretched outward for kilometers.
Naomasa's jaw locked. "Get every active hero on standby—Gigantomachia's moving, Tomura's active, and now Superman's gone."
He turned to Melissa, his voice steady but dark. "We'll find him. But right now, we need to prepare for the worst."
Melissa's trembling stopped; her expression hardened into determination.
"Then we start with what we can do," she said, eyes fierce despite the tears. "Get me access to the Jaku comm servers and the Titans' signal net. If he's out there, I'll find him."
As the command center erupted back into motion, the last remaining screens displayed one lingering feed—Gigantomachia's silhouette rising over Gunga Mountain, moving toward the horizon.
Tsukuyomi burst through a cloud of dust, wings trembling under Hawks' unconscious weight. His boots skidded across broken stone as he spotted Fat Gum barreling through a barrage of ice shards.
"Fat Gum!" Tsukuyomi cried.
The Fat Hero turned, shock flashing across his face. "Kid—! You made it! Good man! Med team's in the rear guard, straight through that corridor—GO!"
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