[Tranquil City - Industrial District - Night]
Damian walked alone through the empty streets, a cigar between his lips, smoke trailing behind him in the cold night air.
His hands were in his pockets, his posture relaxed despite the tension coiled in his enhanced muscles.
The speech was done. Eight thousand children now carried his promise.
And the city finally knew his face and name. Everything he'd wanted to accomplish by revealing himself publicly had been achieved.
But… he'd separated from the others immediately after, sending Mike and the core members away with instructions to secure the orphanages and prepare for potential retaliation.
He even told Kuro to stay in the orphanage to look after the children.
Because… he'd felt them.
Four presences following him since the moment he'd stepped onto that stage.
Four A rank Auras trying and failing to remain hidden from someone with his enhanced perception.
