Even Heroes age.
It was a simple fact—one Adam still hadn't fully accepted, mostly because all the people close to him were Heroes.
There were exceptions, of course. Some aged slower than others, depending on the nature of the abilities granted to them by the Game. Chike was the most well-known example—an X-tier Hero who hadn't visibly aged in over a decade.
And now, learning that this other, Earth-like world had been fighting the Game for more than a hundred years…
Adam didn't know what to do with that information.
Would you still be fighting after a hundred years, Adam? Would that mean watching everyone die—again and again and again? Dr. Tomoe. Katherine. Clementine. Sylvie. Beatrice.
All of them…
Gone.
"You okay, man? You went quiet all of a sudden."
"Hm…? Oh."
Adam blinked, pulled back from his spiraling thoughts by Harvey's voice. Harvey was holding a red metal bar, his other arm hanging loosely at his side—but not entirely limp like usual.
