The storm rages behind him, a symphony of lightning and fury, but he does not move. He stands at the city’s peak, silent, unshaken, a shadow against the electric chaos that splits the sky.
To them, he is a myth—a whispered name spoken in fear or reverence, depending on which side of the line you stand. To the city, he is a monument, as much a part of its skyline as the steel and glass rising beneath him.
But even the strongest foundations crack.
He has watched this city rise and fall, saved it from itself more times than they will ever know. Yet, for all his power, for all the storms he has weathered, he wonders—will there come a day when he is no longer enough? When the lightning no longer strikes in warning, but in judgment?
Tonight is not that night.
Tonight, he watches. He waits. And when the darkness comes—as it always does—he will be there to meet it.
This piece is for those who understand that power is not just in strength, but in the will to stand against the storm, even when the world is watching.
