Not the red one—that was for earthquakes, kaiju, or alien invasions. This was the purple alarm. The tricky one. The one that meant: someone’s messing with reality again.
Nova paused. “That was last week.”
Within ninety seconds, they were assembled on the rooftop launchpad. Mirage flickered in and out of visibility, still recovering from her failed simulation. Volt’s suit now glowed a steady, confident blue. Lynx finished her last nail with a quick-dry spray. And Silver Lining stood at the front, no armor, no weapon—just a knowing look. superheroine central