The world is facing its darkest times as the emergence of super powered people and beings unleashed an age of heroes and villains onto an unsuspecting and peaceful planet. Humanity has its heroes in the form of superhumans. Guardians of justice and peace. But the heroes are failing under the waves of those that would abuse their powers to rule over others. They are fighting a war. And they're losing. But in the shadows of the night a name is whispered in terror by the villains of the world, the title of the only man that they fear. In the silence of the concrete streets they say there is a single man that is determined the bring a river of blood to the criminals of the world. To him they are all dead men walking, ready to be wrapped in chains and locked in the deepest pits of hell. He is the one that has designated himself judge, jury and executioner.   He is Warden. This is a rewrite of a previous fiction I posted Warden | Royal Road but I lost access to that account.