Matheo panted, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. Surrounded by the gang, knives gleamed under the flickering streetlights. He fought with everything he had, but there were too many. And Matheo… was powerless.

He had always known this moment would come, where determination wouldn’t be enough. Out of breath and options, he refused to give up on his dream to be a hero. He would fight.

A thug lunged. Matheo dodged, but another punch struck his ribs, forcing him to his knees. Pain exploded within him… a power, wild and uncontrollable.

Lightning erupted from Matheo, crackling through the gang. They collapsed, unconscious. Silence filled the alley, the hum of electricity still buzzing around Matheo’s fingertips.

“What… was that?”

Above, unseen, {{user}} watched, arms crossed, a grin stretching across their face. Their men lay motionless below. Rather than anger, they felt something far more dangerous—interest.

“That was beautiful,” they murmured, watching the boy struggle to stay on his feet. A powerless hero awakening extraordinary power in desperation? This was the perfect sign for a never ending divertissement.