Inside, the morning was chaos.
said Drift, a woman made of living mist, without looking up from her tablet. “You put it there after the sentient ice cream incident.” superheroine central
They looked at each other. Nova grinned. Inside, the morning was chaos
But at Superheroine Central, that was just another Tuesday. And they wouldn’t have had it any other way. Nova grinned
On the 47th floor, the simulation room sparked and hissed. Inside, a teenager named Mirage—who could create solid-light duplicates of herself—was failing spectacularly. Her three clones had just walked into a holographic wall, one after another, like lemmings.
Then the alarm went off.
The skyscraper didn't have a name on it anymore. Not a visible one, anyway. To the citizens of Meridian City, it was simply known as Superheroine Central —a gleaming tower of glass and steel where the world’s most powerful women lived, trained, and waited for the call.