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Jack Steelheart stood atop a pile of shattered amber and broken wood, his chest heaving as the last echoes of his battle cry faded across Orellia's merchant quarter. The Torres Twins lay unconscious in the wreckage—Marcus sprawled face-first in what had once been a spice vendor's cart, his massive frame coated in cinnamon and paprika like a seasoned roast, while Luis groaned weakly from beneath an overturned fountain, water snaking around his battered body in tiny rivulets.
Victory tasted sweet. He planted his hands on his hips and surveyed the destruction with pride, waiting for the inevitable cheers and grateful tears that always followed his heroic interventions.
"Another successful rescue!" Jack announced to the gathered crowd, his voice booming across the square with unshakable confidence.
