Prologue:

A city enshrouded by darkness. In the middle, you can see a tower with a height that seemingly feels like it can touch the clouds. The only lights to be seen are the street lights and the tower that stands in the center of the metropolis. All the houses in the area are enclosed like they need to defend against something.

Along a street, a lamp post flickers on and off giving an eerie view. Within an eye's scope along the street, a view containing a collective blinkering lights appear.

In the distance, police sirens can be heard rallying along a street.

"Stop!"

Reaching 185 miles per hour, a car in the front of the group cranks the gas pedal and ignores the call.

Vroooooom!

The car in front rushes to the highway. A few moments later, the car reach the outskirt of the city and near upon the wall covering the city.

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Followed by a myriad of dark, armored cars, the man driving the vehicle being chased exclaimed:

"F*^! They're we're at a dead end!"

He gives a glare to the man lazily laying down in the back seat.

A man in the back seat opens his eyes. A dark violet pupil glows in the dark. Placing one of his hands in front of his mouth as if to yawn and said:

"Relax…"

The man in the back extends his hand in the air and drew a symbol. He then snaps his fingers and whispered:

"…explosion."

The car in front gives a red glow and forms a sigil.

A deafening noise is heard.

Boom!