"Where exactly am I going?"
He hoped for a city of progress, a place where he could utilise his detective skills and grow his power in peace. He just hoped it wasn't another desolate settlement like the one where his journey had begun.
"You'll figure it out when you get there," the old superhero grunted, his patience clearly wearing thin.
While the elder seemed eager to be rid of him, the younger man offered a few parting details as Thomas stepped into the chalk circle. He learned that his "D" grade was a passport to a respectable region—not a wasteland, but a hub of activity where senior superheroes would be waiting to guide his transition.
Thomas stood at the centre of the six-pointed star, took a deep breath, and braced himself. He expected a flash of light, perhaps a moment of nausea. He did not expect a catastrophe.
