White's fists folded in as he looked at the state of the world that had birthed him.
Long gone were the blue skies and white clouds.
All of that had been replaced by nauseating dark, gloomy clouds, with snakes of red lightning crisscrossing through their lengths.
It made the air heavy with suppression, evil itself reeking through the expanse of the world.
He turned away from it, looking down to the ground, and there he could still see the buildings, the tall skyscrapers.
Yet his eyes held no relief, only even more angst at the sight of them.
For one, they were everywhere:
Supernaturals.
At the top buildings in the skyscrapers.
Inside the flying cars zooming through the streets.
Within the jets beneath the skies.
Everywhere he turned, Supernaturals were the ones using Humanity's amenities.
But there were still Humans.
Many of them.
