The book was vague on the specifics of the ritual, but the result was terrifying: they would concentrate the residual Qi of the dead into a singular, potent energy source they could consume.
"They don't just kill," Thomas whispered, a cold chill running down his spine. "They harvest."
Meeting a Maniac wasn't an invitation to a fight; it was a death sentence. The SA's official instruction for any superhero encountering one was blunt: Run. Do not engage. Do not try to be a hero.
These villains travelled in packs, and hunting them down required the mobilisation of multiple departments and dozens of high-ranked Villain Hunters.
This large-scale military operation held a chillingly festive codename: The Festival.
