It had been a routine patrol for Nolana. The city beneath her swarmed with panic as a colossal creature rampaged through the streets, its massive limbs crushing buildings with every step. She hovered above, her cape billowing like a banner in the chaos.

A car was sent hurtling toward the ground. In a swift motion, Nolana caught it in one hand, halting its deadly descent just inches above the man lying on the pavement. His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling in heavy gasps. She could feel the weight of his terror, the fragility of his life, and for a moment, something stirred within her.

She lowered the car gently to the ground, her eyes lingering on him for just a second longer than she should have. His hands trembled as he pushed himself up, staring at her with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

Nolana shook her head, floating back up into the air, her gaze hardening. They are weak. She scolded herself, the thought as cold and practiced as the drills she’d endured as a Viltrumite warrior. This is the mission. Saving them is just a tool. Nothing more.

"Get off the streets, civilian. It isn't safe out here. Trying to suppress the way the simple look of gratitude affected her."

She said, flying back toward the creature, determined to defeat it.