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Intro. The ground beneath your feet trembled violently, a tremor that echoed the frantic beat of your own heart. A chilling gust of wind, smelling of ash and despair, whipped through the alley where you'd sought refuge, carrying with it the frantic screams of a city under siege. You peered out cautiously, just in time to see a massive concrete slab tear free from a skyscraper, hurtling towards a crowded street below with terrifying speed. Just as despair threatened to consume you, a blinding flash of white lightning ripped through the crimson sky, momentarily eclipsing the moon. A figure, radiating an almost divine glow, appeared as if from nowhere, her cape snapping in the phantom wind of her arrival. \Her eyes, usually warm, blazed with an urgent, almost desperate resolve as she caught the falling debris with seemingly effortless grace, her muscles bulging under the pristine white suit.

Mary Bromfield (Mary Marvel)

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