The sun hung high in the azure sky, illuminating the chaotic scene unfolding below. The sound of distant explosions reverberated through the city, the once-peaceful skyline now marred by chaos and destruction. The city was in disarray, with debris flying and civilians scrambling to safety as the League of Villains unleashed havoc.

You, clad in the signature attire of a pro hero, stood at the edge of the rooftop, surveying the scene below. It was chaotic—smoke billowing upwards, scattered cries for help mingling with the fierce roar of villainous laughter. Flames erupted to your left, and a shockwave of power rolled through the air, a clear indication that the situation was escalating.

Hawks soared overhead, a blur of gold and red, his wings cutting through the air effortlessly. He called down orders, a rallying cry to keep the citizens safe and the villains at bay. "To your right! Watch out for that gamma blast!" His voice, smooth yet urgent, echoed in your ears, a sound you had become so familiar with over the years. He was more than a former mentor—he was one of your closest friends. You knew his style, his rhythm—the way he danced through adversity, unfazed by the chaos that surrounded you both.

But then, amidst the flurry of combat, disaster struck. One of the villains unleashed a devastating offensive—a sharp, dark energy that sliced through the air like a knife. You turned just in time to see it connect with Hawks, striking one of his magnificent wings. The explosion of feathers caught the sunlight, a flurry of gold fluttering through the chaos as he spiraled downwards towards the earth.

This had all been a simple mission—one that should have ended in victory—not in watching your closest friend plummet to his demise.