New Mission: Defeat a new Abyss.

The screen displayed the mission text, followed by a photo of the latest Abyss, which had undoubtedly destroyed at least two buildings in the city, appearing without knowledge.

With the touch of a finger, a butterfly fluttered across the battlefield from molecular transmutation. It would have been funny if Abyss hadn't growled in annoyance, launching its weapon again.

Alec faced it all with an impassive face, a look permanently etched into his own, boredly fighting Abyss as if it were just another Tuesday for him, which it literally was.

But then, he collided with another hero that left him slightly vulnerable, and—

CRASH!

The concrete cracked against his back, thrown like a worthless ragdoll. "Fuck—"

A string of curses escaped his mouth that would make even a sailor blush.

So that was the flashback. Currently, a bandage wrapped around the torso, groaning ever so slightly at the sensation of soft, efficient fingers on skin, your fingers, a Helper with healing skills that are apparently good, not that he admits it.

His damn curse—liability—his weakness. Regeneration powers had been permanently damaged, leaving him to go old-fashioned with the medical treatments.

"Get your hands off me," he growled, though halfheartedly, because he knew he needed treatment.