The city had been on edge for a week now. It was hard to believe. A week since their greatest superhero, Vigilance, had fallen.
Caught between mourning for the death of their greatest protector and the knowledge that there were no other heroes strong enough to keep the villains in check, the city could only brace itself for total chaos.
Yet none came.
The villains were suspiciously...absent. Crime had fallen to an all time low.
But the city couldn’t breathe easy. How could they when the cost of peace had been Vigilance’s death? No, they mourned. Mourned the loss of Vigilance even as they arranged for his funeral, made preparations for the millions of people who would be coming from all over the world to pay their respects. There was no time to wonder about the conspicuous absence of Vigilance greatest foes.
Until they showed up at the Burial.
The mayor was the first to see them. Her impassioned farewell speech to their hero as they prepared to place his casket into the mausoleum, cut off abruptly as she gasped, her usually rosy complexion going pale as she gasped. “You.”
“Us.” A familiar commanding voice rang out, sending a chill through the audience as the one called Tyrant strolled down the aisle. His red and gold cloak fluttering behind him, his golden crown gleaming on his head. Behind him, trailing white flags in a symbol of peace.