The world had changed.

News reports, headlines, and livestreams around the globe exploded with coverage of a new team rising from the ashes of chaos — a team formed by former X Projects who had once been weapons, experiments, and forgotten test subjects. Now, they were something else.

Heroes.

From towering cities to hidden valleys, people watched as the most powerful individuals on the planet, once scattered and hunted, now stood united under one banner — The Hero League.

Governments, although wary, knew they could not stand against X alone. So, in a bold move, they offered the League a classified base: hidden underground, fortified with cutting-edge technology, fully equipped with training arenas, weapon research, AI assistance, medical labs, housing facilities, and access to global intel. It became not just a hideout — but their home.

Jason-Mark stood before the League’s symbol carved into steel above the command center, dressed in the Sonic Armor. The others gathered around him: Bendo with his gravitational field humming quietly beneath his skin, Amy with her sharp purple eyes and soundwave gloves, and others — each one forged by pain and science, now repurposed with purpose.

Every member had a story. Every scar, every scream, every escape… led them here.

At the welcome press conference (heavily guarded), Jason gave a speech. Short. Honest. Raw.

“We were never meant to be heroes. But the world doesn't need perfect. It needs people who won't back down.
X made us... but now we choose what we become.”

The world erupted in cheers.

But far from the lights and cameras, in a blacked-out control room buried beneath a dead mountain, X watched. Unmoving. Unflinching. Silent.

A dozen holograms flickered around him, showing every face in the League.

He stood. And spoke into the dark, his voice cold and smooth — almost inhuman.

“Look at them… fractured tools bound by delusion.
Experiments that outgrew their purpose.
They call themselves heroes now. The Hero League. How poetic.
But they forget who built them. Who owns every cell in their bodies.
They walk in the light — but their roots are buried in my shadow.”

He turned toward the screen showing Jason-Mark.

“You, especially. You were meant to be my masterpiece. But I let you grow with emotion, with morality. It made you weak. And now you inspire the others to dream.
But dreams… can be crushed.”

He raised a hand. A crimson warning light began to blink silently in the room behind him. Files opened. Missions queued. Silent machines activated.

“They want a war.
I’ll give them extinction.”

The war had begun.

The Hero League had risen.

And X was preparing to erase them all.