Xavier had just run his hand over the fine material of the black suit when his phone buzzed on the table. The caller ID flashed Oliver. Without hesitation, he picked it up.
"Yeah?"
Oliver's voice came sharp and urgent. "You seeing the news right now?"
Xavier frowned, eyes narrowing. "What happened?"
"Just turn it on. Now."
Xavier grabbed the remote and flicked the holoscreen alive. The channel jumped straight into a replay of last night's fight with the Lizards. The footage was shaky, captured from scattered angles, but edited together to paint a clear picture. His strikes looked brutal, his aura flaring in ways that seemed monstrous.
Commentators filled the gaps with smug voices.
"Another example of reckless, unprovoked violence."
"He clearly escalated the fight instead of defusing it. Look at how mercilessly he struck even when the Lizards were trying to back off."
