The streetlights flickered unpredictably, casting dark shadows over the damaged streets. Outside the ceasefire zone, the chaos of war continued unabated, as the cries of combatants drowned out the cicadas. Everywhere were the wounded, bodies littered the surroundings, and veteran Superpower Users looked up to the night sky, searching for non-existent rain.
All this felt familiar to them, like the night of conflict four years ago had returned. Tonight was missing only a heavy rain compared to four years ago, and people vaguely remembered the Demon's declaration from that night. The thin sense of déjà vu led them to scour their surroundings during pauses in the fights, searching for the boy who once ruled the city.
"That guy is..." someone gasped softly.
