Many years ago, that incident had happened.
In the quiet expanse of space, a colossal asteroid hurtled towards Earth, its fiery tail illuminating the cosmos.
It was an unstoppable force, a harbinger of doom, promising an end to the age of humanity.
The asteroid's surface glowed with an ominous intensity, casting long, eerie shadows across the void as it plummeted through the darkness.
The world below watched in terror as news of the impending catastrophe spread.
Families huddled together, their eyes glued to screens that broadcasted the live feed of the celestial menace.
The asteroid grew larger and brighter, a burning promise of oblivion that seemed to mock the fragile lives of those who gazed up at it.
Panic gripped the globe, a collective shiver running through the very fabric of society.
Yet, fate had a different plan.
As the celestial intruder was about to touch Earth's atmosphere, it suddenly disintegrated into a cascade of shimmering particles and vapors.
The transformation was instantaneous and breathtaking, the asteroid's once solid mass breaking apart into a silent ballet against the backdrop of the sky.
The fiery tail that had once threatened to incinerate the planet now scattered like a thousand shooting stars, each fragment a testament to a miracle.
The night was ablaze with light, a dazzling display that painted the heavens with trails of ethereal luminescence.
People emerged from their homes, drawn by the spectacle above.
Awe replaced fear as they watched the sky perform a symphony of survival.
The particles glimmered and danced, casting a soft, magical glow over the Earth below.
It was as if the cosmos itself had decided to spare humanity, transforming imminent destruction into an unexpected gift of beauty.
Tears streamed down faces, mingling with smiles of relief and wonder.
The air was filled with the sounds of joy, laughter, and the whispered prayers of those who had faced the brink of annihilation and been granted another chance.
In that moment, the world was united not by fear, but by a shared sense of awe and gratitude.
The shimmering particles slowly drifted down, disappearing into the atmosphere, leaving behind a sky that was once again calm and serene.
The memory of that night lingered, a poignant reminder of humanity's fragility and the mysterious forces that watched over them from the stars.
For years, the world remained unchanged, the memory of the asteroid fading into the annals of near-forgotten history.
Life returned to its familiar rhythm, the celestial miracle relegated to a curious footnote in the chronicles of time.
But then, as if awakened by an invisible force, a select few among us began to manifest extraordinary abilities.
It was a phenomenon that came to be known as the Awakening.
These individuals, touched by the remnants of the cosmic visitor, found within themselves the power to transcend the ordinary.
They discovered abilities that defied the laws of nature, each gift a direct consequence of the shimmering particles that had rained down from the heavens on that fateful night.
At first, it was subtle—a child healing a scraped knee with a mere touch, a woman lifting a fallen tree branch with just her mind.
But soon, the manifestations grew more pronounced, more wondrous.
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They became our guardians, our protectors—heroes in the truest sense.
Their acts of valor and kindness ignited a flame of hope in a world that had grown weary with cynicism.
In a time when humanity had almost forgotten how to dream, they were living proof that miracles could still happen, that light could still pierce the darkest of nights.
They reminded us that within each of us lies the potential for greatness, and that sometimes, it takes but a spark from the heavens to awaken the hero within.
Communities rallied around these heroes, their spirits lifted by the selfless acts that echoed through the streets and homes.
The Awakened became beacons of hope, their stories spreading like wildfire, inspiring countless others to believe in the possibility of a brighter future.
Their presence was a reminder that humanity’s best days could still be ahead, that the ordinary could become extraordinary.
Yet, in the shadows of this new era, there were those who chose a darker path.
These individuals, corrupted by their own power, wielded their abilities for selfish gain and malevolence.
They sowed chaos, fear, and destruction, earning the moniker of villains.
Their abilities, once capable of the same miraculous feats as the heroes, became tools of oppression and terror.
In response to the growing threat posed by the rise of villainy, the government and police forces forged an alliance unlike any seen before, birthing the elite unit of heroes known as the Nexus branch.
This cadre of valorous individuals was not just a mere response team; they were the embodiment of justice and order, a beacon of hope in a world teetering on the brink of chaos.
Recruited from the ranks of the awakened, they were the best among heroes, each member a testament to unwavering dedication and unwavering resolve, ready to safeguard society's delicate balance at any cost.
The Nexus officers, clad in the armor of righteousness, stood as pillars of strength against the rising tide of darkness.
Their battles were epic, their sacrifices great, and through their tireless efforts, a semblance of stability was once again within grasp.
Yet, the fight was far from over. The villains, cunning and elusive, continued to lurk in the unseen corners of the world, their shadows stretching ever farther.
Undeterred by the daunting task before them, the Nexus branch remained steadfast in their pursuit of justice.
Each day brought new challenges, new threats to confront and overcome.
Their resolve was unyielding, their determination unshakable, for they knew that the safety and security of society depended on their unwavering vigilance.
The Nexus officers became the watchers in the night, the silent guardians who stood between humanity and the abyss.
They patrolled the streets with a sense of purpose, their presence a reassurance to those who slept soundly in their beds, knowing that heroes stood watch over their slumber.
They were the frontline defenders, the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness that threatened to engulf the world.
Their quest was unending, their courage unyielding, for they understood that the price of freedom was eternal vigilance.
And so, they watched, waited, and prepared—for the next shadow that dared to challenge the light.
Each member of the Nexus branch carried the weight of their duty with solemn pride, knowing that their actions could mean the difference between salvation and ruin for countless lives.
Theirs was a calling forged in the crucible of adversity, a bond that transcended mere duty, for they were not just heroes—they were the guardians of humanity's future.
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[Nexus branch—Prison area]
In a secluded expanse, far from the comforting hum of the city's heartbeat, stood a fortress of retribution—a prison designed to contain those who had turned their extraordinary gifts into weapons of malevolence.
Its towering walls loomed over the barren landscape like a monolith of stone and steel, a silent sentinel against the encroaching darkness that threatened to consume the world.
Within the prison's cold, unyielding walls, officers moved with a sense of purpose, their steps echoing hollowly against the sterile corridors.
Surveillance cameras lined the ceilings, their unblinking lenses trained on every corner, every shadow, as if anticipating the slightest hint of movement.
In the heart of this fortress, an interrogation room stood as a testament to the relentless pursuit of justice.
Its walls were devoid of warmth, their surfaces a uniform shade of gray that seemed to absorb the very light that dared to touch them.
Inside, a single figure sat, bathed in the harsh glow of overhead lights, his features obscured by the shadows that danced across his face.
"Is he Noel?" The voice that broke the silence belonged to an old senior officer, his presence a commanding presence despite the simplicity of his attire.
His uniform, worn with pride and reverence, bore the insignia of countless battles fought in the name of justice.
His visage was unadorned by facial hair, his piercing gaze a testament to the wisdom and experience that lay behind his weathered eyes.
His white hair, like a crown of silver, receded gracefully from his temples, a silent testament to the passage of time and the weight of responsibility that he carried on his shoulders.
As he surveyed the scene before him, his expression remained stoic, betraying none of the emotions that churned within him.
"Yes sir," came the crisp reply, a note of reverence in the officer's tone as he acknowledged the senior's command.
The air seemed to crackle with a palpable tension as the weight of the moment settled upon them.
In the stark confines of the prison's interrogation room, every word, every gesture carried an intensity that seemed to amplify the silence that hung heavy in the air.
"Who is going to interrogate him?" The senior's voice cut through the stillness like a blade, its timbre carrying the weight of experience, a resonance born from countless confrontations with the darkness that lurked in the hearts of men.
"The higher-ups are still deciding that, sir," the officer responded, the uncertainty clear in his voice as he relayed the status of the decision-making process.
A pause lingered in the air, filled with the unspoken implications of the senior's next words.
His gaze, steady and unwavering, swept over the room, taking in the sterile surroundings with a keen eye.
"Give me his file. I will do it," the senior declared, his voice carrying the weight of a decision made with unwavering resolve.
"But sir," the officer began, his voice tinged with hesitation, the unspoken concerns hanging heavy in the air like a shroud of uncertainty.
"Don't worry. The higher-ups will understand," the senior reassured, his words a steady anchor amidst the swirling currents of doubt that threatened to engulf them.
His confidence was unwavering, a beacon of strength and certainty in the face of adversity.
"Okay, sir. Here is his file," the officer acquiesced, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he passed over a tome that seemed to groan under the weight of its contents.
The file spoke volumes of the villain's dark deeds, its pages filled with the chilling details of his crimes.
As the senior's gaze fell upon the voluminous tome, a sense of foreboding washed over him like a tidal wave.
The sheer magnitude of Noel's transgressions was staggering, a testament to the depths of depravity that lurked within the human soul.
"Is this his criminal record file?" the senior inquired, his voice tinged with disbelief as he took in the enormity of the document spread out before him.
"No sir. This is only the file of his major crimes. There are still many other files for him," the officer admitted, his words heavy with the weight of the truth.
The gravity of Noel's transgressions was evident in his tone, a somber reminder of the darkness that they were about to confront.
"I see," the senior murmured, his voice a mere whisper against the oppressive silence of the room.
The weight of the task ahead settled upon his shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear, each page of Noel's file a damning indictment of the villain's atrocities.
"Be careful, sir," the officer cautioned, his concern a silent prayer for safety as he watched the senior prepare to embark on his perilous journey.
The air seemed to hum with tension, the gravity of the moment pressing down upon them like a suffocating weight.
"Okay. I'm going now," the senior affirmed, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions churning within him.
With each step he took towards the looming doors of the interrogation room, a sense of foreboding settled over him like a shroud, the shadows of doubt and uncertainty looming large in his mind.