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He was already dead.
“What are you waiting for?” Magpie screeched at him. “Put it on!”
He took hold of the helmet with one skeletal hand and lifted it off the boy’s head.
THE MOMENT THAT Ace Anarchy was in possession of his helmet, everything changed.
“I’ve been neutralized.”
The armor began to retract.
The boy … The Sentinel … It was Adrian.
“We need to finish what we’ve started.”
“You are Anarchists now. As such, you are permitted to always choose your life over anyone else’s. I commend you. And—I forgive you.”
Not one of us shall ever kneel again.”
“Today is the day we become gods.”
For once, he did not destroy. He created. He rebuilt.
But not anymore. She had a vision of her own and, for the first time, it did not align with Ace and his ideals. Not entirely.
Everyone has a nightmare. Welcome to yours.
“You’re the girl of my dreams.”
she grabbed the front of Oscar’s uniform and kissed him.
Their greatest weapon was Max, had always been Max.
Ace was building a wall.
It felt like being in the tunnels again. It felt like the opposite of freedom.
“I think … I think he might have created it as a weapon to destroy Captain Chromium.”
“Everyone has a nightmare,” she said. “I guess I’m yours.”
Why had one of Adrian’s own creations wanted to join Ace?
It hadn’t worked. His invincibility had held.
He sent it straight at Nova.
She couldn’t lose Adrian, too.
She couldn’t kill him.
pulled the trigger.
Honey Harper was dead.
But she did trust Adrian.
You and I might be archenemies. And yet…” He shrugged, a little hapless. “Somehow, I still want to kiss you.”
intense. “But … Adrian … if you made him…”
Then, she stepped into the fire.
Adrian set his jaw and drove the needle into his own thigh.
“I have Agent N,” said Narcissa.
“Heroes to the end.”
“Does she know you killed her family?”
A Renegade had been there that night? To protect her family, to protect her … Not just any Renegade. Lady Indomitable. Adrian’s mother. Phobia killed her … that same night …
This moment was what she had been working toward her whole life. Vengeance.
They must have raided the vault.
Agent N was working.
he planted the helmet onto Max’s head.
The helmet. It was amplifying his powers.
With a chromium spear impaled through his heart.
She would never put anyone to sleep again.
He looked like the statue. The one she had once conjured in a dream. The one who had held a star in its hands.
“Don’t panic,” she said, “but I think Max might be absorbing all the superpowers that are left … maybe, in the whole world.”
But no human could possibly hold so much power and survive. If Max did this, it would kill him.
“You don’t need to carry this. You can let it go.”
It was a supernova.
“Were we heroic?”
