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Nova grabbed her frozen boot, slammed it onto her foot, and winced.

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

came a calm voice from the observation deck. “But this time, try thinking .” Nova grabbed her frozen boot, slammed it onto

sighed Lynx, whose claws were currently retracted as she painted her nails—a surprisingly delicate operation for hands that could shred titanium. “Unplug it. Breathe. You’re not a toaster.” “But this time, try thinking

shouted Nova, whose gravitational powers were useless if she couldn't anchor herself. She hopped on one foot through the common area, her fiery red ponytail whipping behind her.

They launched—a blur of light, shadow, speed, and stubborn hope. Below, Meridian City sparkled, unaware of the tap-dancing prehistoric crisis about to unfold.