Since the 1960’s, the public has known of the existence of metahumans. Individuals with extraordinary abilities were appearing with ever-increasing frequency. Some saw their power as justification to force their will upon the canvas of the world, but just as they came against humanity, some stood against them. These individuals were branded as heroes; protectors of mankind. The fight is . . .
So here’s the deal. My name’s Kihri Vyas, and I’m dead. That’s not really important, it happened ages ago, but it’s good to have the context. Anyway, me and my sister Zarah (the only person who can see or hear me) have basically been on our own since I carked it, surviving on the streets of Kaila, and sort . . .
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