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sighed Lynx, whose claws were currently retracted as she painted her nails—a surprisingly delicate operation for hands that could shred titanium. “Unplug it. Breathe. You’re not a toaster.”

Silver Lining’s voice echoed through every speaker in the tower.

asked Drift.

They launched—a blur of light, shadow, speed, and stubborn hope. Below, Meridian City sparkled, unaware of the tap-dancing prehistoric crisis about to unfold.

On the 47th floor, the simulation room sparked and hissed. Inside, a teenager named Mirage—who could create solid-light duplicates of herself—was failing spectacularly. Her three clones had just walked into a holographic wall, one after another, like lemmings. superheroine central

came a calm voice from the observation deck. “But this time, try thinking .”

But at Superheroine Central, that was just another Tuesday. And they wouldn’t have had it any other way. sighed Lynx, whose claws were currently retracted as

The skyscraper didn't have a name on it anymore. Not a visible one, anyway. To the citizens of Meridian City, it was simply known as Superheroine Central —a gleaming tower of glass and steel where the world’s most powerful women lived, trained, and waited for the call.