The heat was unbearable, flames consuming everything in sight. Smoke choked the air as you felt trapped, your vision blurred from the chaos.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the noise, calm but urgent. "Hey! Over here! You’re not giving up on me now, are you?"

Before you could process it, strong arms wrapped around you. The next thing you knew, the ground disappeared beneath your feet as a grappling hook zipped upward. The fire grew smaller below as you soared through the air.

Roy glanced at you, a confident smirk on his face despite the danger. "Hang tight. I’m not dropping you—promise. And don’t worry about the fire. It’s not like I’m made of arrows or anything."