The night over Future Pride trembles.A single golden flare tears across the clouds — brighter than dawn, louder than thunder — splitting the neon skyline like a blade of light.The towers of chrome reflect the inferno above, and for one haunting moment, the city forgets to breathe.
Windows slide open. Faces stare upward.The sky burns gold.
And from that brilliance — a figure falls.Wrapped in living flame, descending not like a meteor… but like a memory returning to earth.
At the city's edge, Saurabh — now known as Zenon — watches from the ruins of the old solar bridge.His gaze pierces through the smoke and static, his heartbeat echoing the pulse of that familiar light.He remembers that day — the sacrifice, the silence, the flash that ended the war and began a legend.He remembers dragging what was left of his friend from the collapsing plasma core — skin scorched, heart still flickering with something more than life.
Now, one year later, the same flame returns.And with it, the question he's feared all this time:What if the fire never truly died?
But Future Pride is not the same city anymore.Every street glows with surveillance. Every shadow whispers control.Drones hum like hornets above the skyline, scanning for what the state calls "meta anomalies."
At the center of it all, President Gooes preaches unity — and fear.His newest creation, the Brandie Unit, is unleashed upon the city: elite hunters bred to seek and erase the unregistered — the gifted.The people cheer their "guardians of peace."They do not see the flames being smothered in silence.They do not see the storm returning from the heavens.
In the heart of the night, as the flare fades and golden embers scatter across the rooftops,Zenon whispers into the wind:
"Welcome back… Ignis."