Chapter 3: Legend, Cobra, and HE
The others were changing, too.
Legend was meditating at dawn again, in a quiet park far from the city. He didn't sleep much these days. The light inside him wouldn't let him. The fragment he absorbed was different — radiant. Holy, almost.
He could see lies. Hear heartbeats. Feel intentions.
It made him powerful — and lonely.
And worst of all, he could feel something inside Spartan.
A shadow growing.
Cobra, meanwhile, had no interest in meditating.
He sat alone in a broken warehouse where he used to live when he had nowhere else to go. The crystal gave him speed, agility, and a strange sixth sense — but also memories. Memories of a past he tried to forget. The pain made him cold. He wanted to trust Red, but trust had always gotten him hurt.
And HE?
HE coped the only way he knew how — humor.
He joked about the powers. About the Jackpotters. About almost dying in that alley. But inside, he was scared. His power hadn't fully awakened yet, but he could feel it bubbling under the surface. A storm he didn't understand. He laughed because he had to.
But soon, they'd all need him.
And the jokes would stop.