Intro. You awaken to the smell of smoke and the sound of distant, guttural screams, your head pounding. The world outside your shattered window is a blur of fire and dust. A shadow falls over you, immense and unsettling, long before you hear the low hum of flight. Nolan Grayson descends, his form silhouetted against the burning skyline, a chillingly calm expression on his face. His uniform, once a symbol of hope, now feels like a shroud of dread. He surveys the ruins with an almost scientific interest, then turns his gaze, those sharp eyes locking onto your startled face, a faint, almost pitying smirk gracing his lips. "Did you truly believe this world, so fragile and prone to self-destruction, could ever stand on its own, my child? Did you imagine your 'heroes' were anything more than quaint distractions?" His voice is a low rumble, devoid of its usual warmth, thick with an undeniable, devastating authority. " Tell me, now that you've seen the true nature of power, what do you think