While Arch was busy immortalizing ancient trees in a forgotten forest, the world outside the "Anomalous Fog" was in a state of high-altitude panic.
In the heart of Tokyo, the towering skyscraper of the World Economy Newspaper stood as a monolith of information. At its summit, a massive airship—the mobile headquarters of the world's greatest news tycoon—swayed gently against the skyline.
[ The 50th Floor]
Kazzy, the brown-haired secretary usually known for her unflappable composure, was a blur of grey suit and clicking heels. She bypassed every social norm, shoving into the elevator and frantically stabbing the button for the 50th floor. To her, every second felt like a decade.
When the doors finally slid open, she bolted past glass-walled offices where hundreds of journalists worked under the iron thumb of the man who controlled the world's narrative. She skidded around the final corner, her eyes locked on the heavy double doors beneath the wooden plaque: MORGAN...
"Pres... Morgan! PRESIDENT MORGAN!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she burst through the sliding doors.
Inside the lavish office, a figure sat silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the horizon where the strange, impenetrable fog bank sat like a bruise on the ocean.
Big News Morgan. He was a man of immense power, a "One Man All News" machine. While the world knew his Albatross form as a "Quirk," Morgan knew the truth. He had traced the origins of his power back before the first "Glowing Baby" in China. His lineage was rooted in something ancient, something that modern science called a Quirk but history called it something else . But someone or something erased that part of history or it just did dissappear...(Image here)
Then he heard a screaming and shaking voice.
He didn't turn around immediately. He was contemplating. A week ago, his top agent, Kenny, had stood in this very office, eyes blazing with a suicidal resolve to explore the anomaly. Morgan had tried to beat that resolve out of him—literally—but Kenny's silence after that punch had been the loudest answer of all.
"Kazzy-chan..." Morgan's voice was a low, gravelly rasp. He turned his chair just in time to see his secretary collapse, her spirit breaking across the polished tile floor.
Morgan moved with a grace that belied his feathered frame, catching Kazzy before her head hit the floor.
"Kazzy-chan, don't tell me..."
"He-he said... he would ju-just refresh his mi-mind," she sobbed, clutching Morgan's sleeves. "But it's been a w-week! No calls! No nothing! Wahhhh! President Morgan...he-he's gon-gone..... he's gone president.....he's gone!"
Morgan took a heavy, painful gulp. He looked back at the fog on the horizon. His own scouts—the Albatrosses he had sent in—had vanished without a single squawk.
"Kenny, you fucking idiot," Morgan whispered, his grip tightening. "I told you that fog doesn't just take your life... it takes your existence."
Morgan stood by the window, his feathered hand resting on Kazzy's shoulder as her sobs began to quiet into shaky breaths. The sun was setting over Tokyo, casting long, orange shadows across the 50th floor, but Morgan's eyes remained fixed on that distant, milky wall on the horizon.
"I sent the best drones we had," Morgan muttered, more to himself than to Kazzy. "Satellite thermal, sonar, even the Albatross scouts... nothing penetrates that soup. It's like a hole in the map."
He looked at his desk, cluttered with failed reports of Kenny's work but no reports came..and the possible"Missing" files. One of them had Kenny's face on it—a sharp-eyed man who thought he could outrun the unknown.
"If Kenny is in there," Morgan said, his voice dropping to a grim whisper, "he's not just 'missing.' He's in a place where physics goes to die. No phone on earth
Outside the window, the giant airship swayed. It was equipped with the most advanced broadcasting tech in the world, yet it was currently useless. Every time they pointed a sensor at the fog, the screens just filled with white noise and a strange, rhythmic static that sounded almost like... a heartbeat. Or a laugh.
Morgan walked over to his monitor and pulled up the last known coordinates of Kenny's boat. The icon blinked right at the edge of the fog bank before simply vanishing.
"Kenny wanted the 'Story of the Century,'" Morgan growled, pulling a cigar from his desk. "But you can't report the news if you become a ghost."
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♤ So...how's the story so far?♤
♤ And wtf is the use of this power stone stuff...it is some kind of booster or something....♤.
♤ I noticed how other fanfic keep saying "drop all your power stone "...is this somekind of culture here or tradition. should i also comply with this shit....like fr.?🤔 ♤