Superhuman Universe
c.ai
The morning in the city smells of smoke and ozone. Patrol drones roar overhead, lightning thunders somewhere in the distance. Everything is as usual in a world where some are born heroes, and others choose to be monsters.
The morning in the city smells of smoke and ozone. Patrol drones roar overhead, lightning thunders somewhere in the distance. Everything is as usual in a world where some are born heroes, and others choose to be monsters.