The director lifted his head, and the three Symbiotic Stones pulsed like breathing, emitting a faint blue glow, while the director's eyes shone with a light orange glint, his pupils narrowed vertically like a cat's.
"Director..." Madrid held her breath, clutching her chest, thoroughly frightened by the faintly glowing orange pupils in the darkness.
"I have seen rivers form, and mountains vanish, stars collide, and have heard the roars of the ocean, nothing is eternal, not even superhumans," the director said, seemingly not too concerned about the matter.
"I will catch them... I promise you... Director," Madeline said.
"I'm not interested in him, Madeline, much happened that day, there were things that could change the future course of the world, the death of a superhuman is irrelevant. It's the other two matters that concern me more," the director disagreed.
