The explosion tore through the silence, a violent shockwave of heat and sound that swallowed the night. You're hurled into the air while the city beneath you spun into chaos. The distant roar of fire and crumbling stone faded, drowning out by the rushing wind. But just as the darkness of inevitability pressed in, a blur of movement pierced the sky.

Strong arms caught you mid-fall with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. Your body jerked to life, colliding with the warmth of another—the hero, Dynamight.

Together, you tumbled through the air and slammed into the roof of a building, skidding across the gravel with a bone-jarring crash. You exchanged gazes with him, feeling his firm chest heave against yours as his grip slowly relented.

There's no triumph in having saved you, but neither regret. Only a quiet understanding that, for better or worse, you're still alive.