The real Twice was currently with Turid, who was still unconscious from her battle with Curious. He had created several clones to stand guard over them; his arms were still broken, which meant there wasn't much he could do in battle except make more clones.

"Turid, you've changed," said one of the Twice clones. "Teenagers are terrifying. Your measurements back from when you were with the Dragon Hunters are no good anymore. Stupid puberty! Stupid growth squirts!"

The real Twice, then it is time on his take mission order take new measurements. "Got to get a copy of you before it's too late. I'll make a bunch of you, and then we'll do a blood transfusion."

"I'll measure her."

"Not a chance; I've got this covered."

"I said me! You go and find some bloodsuckers!"

"You guys can only make two doubles each, right? I can still make more I'll measure her."

"There's no time to argue!" the real Twice snapped. "My friend is about to die, dammit! Work together!"

Eventually, they were able to make a copy of Turid, but this clone was just as badly beaten up as the original, meaning that she was unconscious as well.

"Which I measured you up back when you were healthy."

"It's a little late to be concerned about that. Your cute face is all messed up."

"Can it be fixed?"

"I'm sure Diablo knows a good plastic surgeon."

"I swear I'm not going to let you die!" the real Twice vowed.

Viggo, meanwhile, was engaging liberation warriors head-on, he was wearing a suit of armour and was currently firing missiles at the troops, and he was being backed up by the Twice clones. While they were distracted, Spinner jumped onto a nearby wall and headed straight towards Hector Smoothtongue.

'While Viggo's distracting them out, take out the big guns, like him,' he said to himself. "What's a guy like you doing on the front lines with the randos? Those who don't know how to play their role shouldn't play the game!"

"My word? Is that how the kids talk these days?" Hector smiled. "From what I can translate, you're asking the right question. But then again, I am not someone a weak meta like you hope to take on."

He then held out his hand, and suddenly appearing out of thin air was a mask.

Viggo frowned upon seeing it. 'I look like a personalised support item? I knew they had the sources if they owned a satellite; that technology seems to be on par with that of Technora's company.'

"Sorry, Rex Spinson," said Hector as he held the mask in front of him. "One of Destcon's path devices, the Sevens Loud." The mass then suddenly placed itself over his face. "Steel yourselves! Bring just punishment to those that threaten us!"

Hector Smoothtongue went by the codename Trumpet, mostly due to his meta-power. He was actually able to use the electromagnetic waves in his voice to boost the morale of anyone who followed him. Doing so enhances their physical and mental capabilities.

"What's this?" Spinner stared.

The liberation warriors then charged in and easily overwhelmed the Twice clones. Viggo himself immediately found himself being swarmed as he took the end and began firing lasers.

"That support item of his seems to have amplified his voice," said Viggo as he quickly dodged the blast from a warrior. "Spinner, be careful! Their strength has increased threefold!"

Spinner quickly dodged the warriors that began to engage him when one suddenly landed on his back. A few split seconds later, he exploded, but Spinner had managed to throw him off and somersaulted onto a nearby wall sticking to its surface.

"Your meta-ability gives you the powers of the gecko; looks like you can't do much except stick to walls," Trumpet observed. "You must have been one of those shut-ins, yes? Relentlessly bullied? Are you here now because you, despite how the world treats you? Unfortunately, I don't see you as a person that can bring much value to society."

It was then that the tower began to crumble, and everyone's eyes turned towards it.

"They're at the tower?" Trumpet stared. "Our warriors should have stopped them!"

Spinner took this opportunity to begin running across the wall, but certainly, a chunk of the wall disappeared. A split second later, a man grabbed him, and the two of them began falling towards the ground.

"No, you don't," he said.

Suddenly sharp spikes shot out from his body and pierced Spinner.

"Spinner!" Twice yelled.

The clones were in no position to assist because they were being bombarded by the amplified liberation warriors. Viggo, too, found it difficult to aid Spinner as flyers began swarming around him, and he just couldn't shake them off.

"Liberated people, go to the Grand Commander!" Trumpet instructed. "This filth was attempting to assault the soul of our army!"

Spinner then suddenly landed on the ground in front of him, and he looked badly injured.

"Like I said, I don't see you bringing much value to anyone," said Trumpet.

"I know that better than anybody," Spinner winced as he reached for his blade. "I'm a follower; I don't have a real goal or something I dream of like Turid does. I lacked motivation, except when I saw him. He changed me, and when Krogan spoke, I thought that I wanted to see the future this guy envisions. I still do!"

He then slowly began to rise to his feet, though you were still rather shaken. "If I hadn't joined the League bandwagon, I'd be a nobody. That's why I am devoted to him! Got a problem with that, huh? No, of course, you don't because you guys are the same. Isn't that right, Mister politician?"

"You're a fool to compare us," said Trumpet.

'Krogan, keep fighting. I'll take on as much as I can.'

At the ruins of the tower, Johann was still very much alive. The Twice clones actually use their bodies in order to soften his fall.

"I'm still alive," he said, stunned.

A single clone immediately emerged from the remains of the other clones. "I knew Krogan would go big."

Krogan and Re-Destro were now standing there face-to-face.

"Wow, you're a big one," said Krogan. "So, how are you handling all of this? What was it again, a hundred and 110,000 people? Do you assume that you could leave the dirty work to your army and watch from afar? Safe in your a little tower while the masses took care of us. Never fall; we would make it this far, did ya? Now everything is falling apart because you underestimated us."

Re-Destro just remained completely silent.

"Talk!" Krogan demanded. "I'm asking about how you feel!"

He then suddenly plunged his hands into the ground, causing the ground to decay, but Re-Destro quickly jumped into the air to avoid the attack. Twice and Johann ran away from the battle, no doubt knowing that things were about to get intense.

"You really want to know?" said Re-Destro as he flew down towards him and swung his massive fist.

The moment is estimated, the ground crumbled, causing rubble to fly in all different directions flying Krogan into the air.

"I'm furious, of course. I'm the type of person who bottles up my anger. Killed a lot of my warriors to get to me. Is this the hand at fault?" He then immediately grabbed Krogan's hand. "It will commit no more evil."

Re-Destro's real name was Devin Havocson, and his meta-power allowed him to store up his stress and unleash it into power. The more he stored up, the bigger and stronger he became.

Krogan found himself completely trapped and tried to use the other hand, but Re-Destro caught that one as well.

"It's a common refrain these days not to judge someone by their power," said Re-Destro. "The lesson isn't bad; it was the same thing I was taught growing up. The folly is that meta-abilities have a direct impact on personality. I'm sure that you're aware, given your power to destroy anything you touch with your five fingers. I didn't get a chance to ask you earlier…" He then began to squeeze Krogan's right hand. "Krogan… What kind of burden do you take on? What kind of world will you create? Or perhaps you're just a hollow man, one that indulges in destruction without reading anything to justify it."

Krogan then started to have flashbacks and came face-to-face with the young girl with black hair tied in ponytails.

"You got into trouble again?" she said.

'Karly, my big sister,' said Krogan.

Karly then extended her hand towards him. "Whatever, we just will let Dad see us, okay. I think he's in a pretty good mood right now; I told him that I wanted to be a bride one day. Let's go play."

She then began dragging Krogan away.

'I remember, that always happened. Whenever I cried, she pulled my hand as I followed behind. Karly was the only one there for me, but she was just being a kid. My brain is on fire; memories are coming back, spinning me around and around and around.'

He then screamed in pain as Re-Destro crushed his hand.

"Aimless child, you'll find that you're no match for me," said Re-Destro.

'This helpless frustration it's bringing back the memories I purged. They were born of the same emotion.'

Krogan was still able to move two of his fingers and placed them against Re-Destro's large finger causing his power to spread into it. Wincing in pain, Re-Destro quickly released him and tossed him aside.

He then looked at his wounded finger; if it was not for his power also giving him armour, that capably would have spread. However, it was the fact that Krogan was able to injure him that had him deeply troubled.

'I thought it wouldn't activate without all five fingers? Was the information I received incorrect? Or…'

Krogan just laid there on the ground clutching his head as if he was having some kind of panic attack.

"My head… is killing me," he said.

'For a meta-ability to evolve under unexpected stress, it is possible. After all, Greten was able to manipulate the temperature of ice only after I accidentally burned myself. This young man is in the midst of an awakening.'

Krogan then rose to his feet then moved with blinding speed, catching him completely off guard.

'So fast!'

Re-Destro quickly stepped out of the way before Krogan could grab him and then watched as he landed graciously onto the ground like a cat.

'He kept his predatory movement to a minimum, moving with catlike grace. If he had as much physical ability in the past, he should have been able to take down the heroes at DC. They wouldn't have stood much chance; he's been training since then.'

Krogan then began running around him with unbelievable speed. 'And these movements, they could have only been mastered through past conditioning. Constant life-and-death training over an extended period.'

Re-Destro kept on trying to keep his eyes on Krogan. "I know because I've been training my ability. I'm almost impressed!"

Suddenly his body began to grow larger, ripping through his suit.

'It was premature to him that he was inferior. Seeing as you didn't disappear after taking that damage, you must not be a double. No more games.'

He then stretched out his arm and began channelling all his stress, forming what appeared to be pure black energy.

'It's time to end this party!'

He then tossed the old with all his strength just as Krogan appeared, sending him flying across the battlefield.

As he flew across the battlefield, Krogan began having more flashbacks.

'Here, Krogan, these cupcakes will make you feel better,' said a kind old man.

'Come now, don't cry. You're going to make me sad too,' said a kind old lady.

'My grandmother and grandfather were kind,' said Krogan, but he suddenly felt a bit of resentment. 'Wait, no. I remember everything. I didn't need them to be kind back then. I needed…'

Re-Destro then heard his phone ring and pulled it out gently so that he didn't crash it in his fingers.

"What's the matter, Sceptic?" Re-Destro asked.

"Please, sir! You have to be on your guard! He's heading your way!" Sceptic warned as liberation warriors were tossed 30 feet into the air. "They had a secret weapon we weren't expecting! Re-Destro, he's… he's a walking mountain!"

Sceptic watched as Giganto charged in through the buildings tossing the liberation warriors aside as he headed towards Krogan.

"Re-Destro, are you there? Can you hear me?" Sceptic asked as Re-Destro dropped his phone, feeling a small twinge of pain.

'I can't believe it,' said Re-Destro as he watched Krogan stumbling towards him but still very much alive. 'I'm able to extract stress and turn it into something tangible and then blasted over a wide area. It is the apex of the meta-ability I've been refining since childhood. It's not something you can simply dodge.'

His eyes then turned towards the wound on his left hand, and he saw that he had been hit by Krogan's meta-ability. It soon dawned on him that he must have graced his hand just before his attack hit, resulting in his last attack losing a bit of power as well as momentum.

'He touched it! In that instant, he ignored his survival instincts for the sake of destruction.'

Krogan stopped until he was right in front of Re-Destro. 'My senses have been sharpened. The details of rising to the surface like everything happened yesterday.'

He then looked at Re-Destro crazed determined look. "What world I will build? Honestly, you are right; the only thing I want is to destroy."

"And you must be ended!" Re-Destro roared as he powered up once again. "A shapeless world has no future!"

"I don't care about the future," Krogan spat.

His memory then started to return as he began to remember back to when he was five years old. This cruel father was dragging him towards the back garden within, kicking and screaming behind him just because he played hero.

"Playing a hero again!" his father growled furiously.

"Stephane, that's enough!" his mother cried, chasing after them. "You're hurting him."

"If he doesn't like it, he should obey me."

"He's just a child!"

'There was a rule in my house, only one being placed by my father. No talking about heroes.'

It was late in the afternoon, and Stephane had thrown Krogan out into the back garden. Normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but unfortunately, he seemed to be allergic to something they couldn't identify. This resulted in him getting an uncontrollable itch as he cried his eyes out.

"It's already time for dinner, and his allergies and the scratching of getting worse," said his mother.

"He knows what the rules are," said Stephane, stubbornly closing the curtain so they could see him. "He can come back inside when he apologises."

"Don't you think you're being too strict lately?" said his grandmother as Stephane sat down at the table.

"Five years old and no meta-power yet. He needs to learn his place in society, or it will break. Inspiring to become a hero caused suffering for him and his family. Everyone understands that, right?"

He knew that both his wife and in-laws disagreed with his harsh treatment regarding Krogan. However, none of them had the courage to stand up to him, especially when it came to how he chose to raise his children or what he allowed in the house.

'My father was a businessman who had accrued a fortune at a young age. He built an impressive house and invited his in-laws to move in.'

When Krogan was finally allowed back into the house, his mother immediately began to patch him up.

"No, dear, stop scratching," said his mother gently.

"I'm itching," said Krogan.

"One day, we'll figure out what you're allergic to," his mother promised as she hugged him. "I know it's hard."

"It's worse when I'm at home."

"Krogan, do you still… want to be a hero?"

Krogan nodded. "My friends were being left out in school, so I told them we all should play together and make up our own game, and they said yes. We played heroes, you know, saving people and stuff, and Kevin said I should be Skullcrusher because I was nice and played with them even though no one else wanted to." He then hugged his mother hardener and cried into her shoulder. "Why does Dad get angry all the time? Does he hate me? Will he like me more when I have a meta-power?"

"Your father doesn't hate you; he just knows how hard it is to be a hero."

Sadly he found that hard to believe; his father had spent every single day forcing his own will on him. While the rest of his family tried to comfort him, none of them actually stood up against his father.

'An adult's words are absolute to a child; that's why I wanted to hear it from my family just once. The house my father built masked rejection with kindness.'

Then one day, Karly approached him with a large smile.

"I found a secret," she said.

'Kids are surprisingly sneaky and simple.'

Karly took him to their father's study and then showed him a picture of a beautiful black-haired lady with a teenage son, which had to be their father.

"This lady is our grandma; she's a hero," said Karly excitedly.

"Whoa, but why are you showing this to me?" Krogan asked.

"Because dad gets mad when you play pretend, but I'm with you. I'll be cheering you on as your biggest fan Krogan. Let's become heroes together, and Dad doesn't have to know anything about it!"

Krogan smiled and nodded and then looked at the picture. 'I had a grandma that used to be a hero? I can't believe this actually won in our family.'

Later that afternoon, he began playing with their family dog, tossing him a ball, and he happily fetched it for him.

'You know what, Mum, I feel great right now,' Krogan smiled. 'Like I can stand up to anything.'

He then attempted to toss the ball again, but then suddenly, he felt a sudden twinge of pain. He grasped his hand painfully and failed to notice a piece of the ball had disintegrated. However, before he could figure out what had just happened, his father stormed outside.

"Krogan! You went into my study!" he yelled furiously. "What did you see?"

Krogan's eyes fell upon Karly, who was crying in her mother's arms.

"Krogan said that Dad had a secret to show me; I didn't know!" Karly cried.

Krogan was too stunned to speak when his father grabbed him harshly.

"Stephane, don't!" his mother pleaded.

Krogan was absolutely terrified and couldn't stop the urge to scratch himself.

"That's not your grandmother; she abandoned her family when she left!" Stephane snapped.

Krogan looked to the rest of his family just stood there watching. 'Help me! Don't just watch! Why won't you step in? Someone!'

"You'll learn," said his father as he raised his hand. "In order to save strangers, they don't even know heroes hurt those who love them!"

He then slapped him across the face and then forced him into stay outside all night in the cold.

'This was the house my father built.'

Stephane into his study on the last note his mother had given him.

I'm sorry that I have to leave suddenly, but your mum has to fight a really bad man right now. I'll be thinking of you, know, the whole time. I would never forgive myself if this bad man would do something mean to you. That's why we can't be together anymore, Stephane.

I'm sorry I wasn't a better mother to you. Honestly, I am; you might end up hating me but know this no matter what happens in the future, I love you, my son. I hope your life is full of laughter and that you'll be happy and always smiling. I'll be watching over you, promise, even if it's from above.

"It would have been better if you never loved me," he said as he folded the letter back on his desk.

"No more of this," said his wife as she and her parents entered the study.

"I went too far," he admitted. "How are they?"

"We're through with your rules; don't you dare raise your hand to him. Our family deserves to be happy."

"It wasn't supposed to be like this."

Krogan was outside crying when he heard the dog scratching himself.

"That's it; I can't take this anymore," he cried. "It's too much. It hurts… it hurts. I hate everyone, my whole family. I hate them."

Then suddenly, the dog in his hands disintegrated, much to his shock.

"W-what just—?" He then saw the remains of the dog and quickly put some distance between him and the remains.

"Krogan," said a voice.

Krogan looked up and saw Karly approaching him. "I was looking for you. Listen, I should have blamed you for that earlier. I'm the one who found the picture and said that it was a secret."

Karly then noticed that Krogan was very distraught and rushed over towards him. "What's wrong?"

Then she saw the remains of the dog next to him and screamed. She then quickly ran back towards the house, and Krogan was afraid that she would tell on him.

"No! Don't go!" he cried. "Karly, you came to apologise, right? Just protect me this time! Help me!"

He then grabbed her, and she immediately began to disintegrate.

'When our dog crumbled, I thought a villain was after us, that it was an attack, and when Karly fell apart, it was the same. I thought it was someone else.'

Krogan just stared in shock at the remains of his sister and immediately threw up. When he looked up, he saw his mother and grandparents standing there, horrified.

'Well, maybe not; thinking back, I might have already understood what was going on by that point. Why did they make excuses for my father? Why did they tell me not to cry instead of helping? The resentment piled up, little by little.'

Krogan reached out for them, and the moment he placed his hand on the ground began to crumble and spread, heading straight towards them.

'I can't take this anymore,' Krogan cried. 'I hate everyone.'

The moment the crumbling ground touched his mother, she too began to crumble.

"Krogan," she said, walking towards him despite her body falling apart.

She then rushed over towards him to give him one final, but before they could make contact, she disintegrated. The decay also spread towards his grandparents, and they, too, crumbled, leaving him completely alone.

His father went outside to find out what the commotion was all about what he discovered terrified him. His entire family, apart from Krogan, had been killed, and one responsible was none other than his own son.

"D-dad—I didn't know," Krogan cried as he stretched himself. "I'm so sorry, daddy!"

He then placed his hand on the ground, and his power caused the ground to crumble and spread towards the house.

Stephane was utterly terrified and grabbed a shovel and struck Krogan with it. "Stop it, Krogan!"

That one hit caused all of Krogan's animosity over his father to the surface, and he looked towards him with pure hatred in his eyes. He then jumped at his father, grabbed his face with his hand, and slammed him into the ground, causing him to disintegrate; seconds later, their house crumbled.

'I knew when I touched my father I intended to kill. An immense surge of pleasure shot through my entire body. So when my heart always wanted, it was my dream, and just like that, I didn't itch anymore.'