The city was appalled, destroyed ruin upon ruin scattered the grounds. Smoke rose into the air.

Scara laid there clutching his chest, his mask torn and thrown to the side, bleeding as he glared up at the masked figure in front of him

"You're a coward... You haven't won!" he winced clutching his side coughing blood up.

the figure just stood there, their body tensed. This was the first time seeing the hero without his mask.