Smoke curled through the ruined streets like the world itself was exhaling pain.
Sirens. Screams. Crashes. The apocalypse had its own soundtrack.
Dioka and Guakulia walked through it like two dudes who missed the memo that reality wanted them dead.
Dioka hopped over a cracked streetlight.
"Bro… everything looks like a DLC map."
Guakulia deadpanned, "This isn't a game."
"Yeah, but it feels like one."
Mutated humans — Supernovas — were everywhere. Some crying. Some fighting. Some accidentally wrecking everything around them.
And then… they found the first real threat.
A boy trembled in the middle of an intersection, arcs of blue lightning ripping from his body. Cars exploded like popcorn in a microwave.
Guakulia squinted. "His Track awakened too fast. Body can't handle it."
Dioka winced. "He's literally sparking like a broken charger cable."
The kid screamed. Shockwaves flung a car. Flipped a bus. Shattered windows. People ran.
He wasn't attacking… he was dying from his own mutation.
Dioka's expression shifted. Serious. Sharp.
"We gotta stop him."
Guakulia shrugged. "We don't know how to use our abilities."
"Yeah, but we're anomalies, right? Plot armor or something."
Guakulia blinked. "That's not how this works."
Dioka didn't wait. He sprinted toward the boy. The ground cracked under his steps — not from super strength, but raw destabilized energy his body instinctively absorbed.
Guakulia watched silently. "…So that's how your body operates."
Dioka leapt. Lightning struck, bright and violent — and he didn't fall.
"BRO—this is crazy! Wait… this feels… good!"
Guakulia sighed. "Of course he's enjoying it."
Dioka grabbed the boy. "Focus! Breathe!"
The boy sobbed, "I CAN'T CONTROL IT!"
"Then let me help!" Dioka pulled him close, absorbing the lightning. His skin flickered. Eyes faintly glowing.
The lightning stopped.
Civilians peeked from behind debris. Whispers spread:
"They didn't get Tracks… but they're stronger…"
Before they could react, the air shifted.
A man stepped from the smoke. Tall. Shirt burned. Eyes red. Sigil glowing — a D-Rank Mutant.
"No Tracks. No Sigil. So you two are… what? Flukes?"
Guakulia's eyes sharpened. "We're anomalies."
The man sneered. "Then you're threats."
He lunged. Brutally fast.
Dioka didn't dodge. His body moved instinctively. Bones, muscles, spine — all adapting mid-fight. Shockwave blew dust across the street.
Dioka grinned. "Okay… definitely built different."
Guakulia stepped forward. Calm, precise. Logic bending reality itself.
The D-Rank hesitated. Reality warped. He flew backward like a ragdoll, hitting a flipped bus. Out cold.
Silence fell.
Dioka stared. "Bro… what the hell was that?"
Guakulia smirked faintly. "We're invisible to the system."
Dioka's grin went nuclear. "Broooo… cheat codes??"
Guakulia's eyes glowed faintly.
"No. Something worse."
The wind swept through the ruined street. Around them, survivors stared.
The world had mutated… but Dioka and Guakulia had surpassed it.
And somewhere deep in the smoke, unseen eyes were watching.
The first anomalies had arrived.