It was a hard day for Paris. The streets were covered in rubble, and fires in the streets. No signs of the heroes that were there to protect them after winning the battle, which seemed to go on for hours.

They all huddled into Marinette's room. Adrien slumped on the couch as Luka and Marinette rushed to get some first aid.

Her Miraculous wasn't strong enough to heal the injuries they got from battling anymore, a major problem that she couldn't solve.

"Adrien, where does it hurt?"

Marinette wiped the grime off his face as she undid his shirt to find any injuries.

"Mari he's fine, worry about yourself, you got hurt pretty bad"

Luka put a hand on her shoulder, she wince slightly at the pressure.