Because We're Super Elite

That man—many years ago—was a veteran.

He had fought countless battles against destructive nations.What they feared most wasn't just his strength…

It was his voice.That battle scream, The one that shook entire fields before the fight had even begun.

But somehow… at some point in his life…During a war in South America, something changed.

A storm had rolled in—violent, unnatural. And in the middle of that chaos, a giant thunderbolt struck down.

He dropped his AK-47. This time… for good.

It didn't tear him apart like it would've done to anyone else....

It surrounded him.

Like it had chosen him.Like it had… interest.

Not in the soldiers. Not in the war...But in Grek himself

Years later, after that war faded into history,

he was called upon again—this time by the Super Elite.

They had lost a member.

Someone important.

Someone who never returned from a mission.

That mission…

was to track down a rising threat.

A figure shrouded in shadow.

ZEF.

They needed someone strong.

Reliable.

Fearless.

And Grek—

now bound to thunder itself— and took the empty seat.

He never spoke much about the one who came before him.

Only that he would finish what they started.

Even if it meant failing the same way....

"You don't say much, huh," Zack said, breaking the quiet with a sideways glance.

Grek shrugged, sparks dancing lazily from his fingertips."Nah. I really enjoyed it."

Zack tilted his head. "Then why'd you join us? You could've stayed out."

Grek looked up at the sky, like he was sifting through smoke and memories."Murdering strange people during war… started to feel like a waste."

He flicked a spark off his thumb. It fizzled midair "But saving people? That's different."

He grinned, boyish and crooked. "I've met so many naive ones. They believe in us. They laugh easy.Some of them laugh my butt off."

Zack followed him with a faint smile.Just for a second—like he understood. Or maybe remembered someone too

Now.

The wind howled.

Smoke curled across the battlefield. Blood painted the soil.

And maybe—just maybe—his last fleeting thought was…

Even that interesting boy.

He stared at Fez.

Smiling.... Then—drop.

Grek's body hit the ground with a dull, final thud.

The wind howled—a cold one.It swept across the battlefield like a warning, dragging ash and silence in its wake.

Where Grek had once stood… was only stillness.

Milenda's eyes were locked on the ground, unmoving.Zack didn't blink. His fists were clenched. The air around him buzzed like a storm waiting for permission.

And Fez…Still frozen. Still holding that hair clip.

Something had broken.And the cold wind kept howling.

And in that instant— Zack moved.

A streak of red through the chaos.

"Fez!" His voice rang out—firm, steady, no room for hesitation.

In seconds, he reached the boy. One hand gripped Fez's arm, the other shielding him as debris and tension filled the air.

"This isn't your place. You need to go—now."

But Fez didn't move.

His legs shook. His eyes stayed locked on Grek, like the weight of it all hadn't reached his chest yet—like he couldn't believe someone so alive just moments ago… was now still.

Zack's eyes closed. The wind tugged at his coat, but he didn't move.

So that's what you wanted, Grek…

He didn't speak to anyone, Low. Steady

.Meant only for the silence around him.

"I'll show you why they call me the Destroyer."

The silence snapped.... Zack's eyes flew open—burning with rage. Then—he screamed.

A sound sharp and explosive,like thunder breaking from the core of the earth.

And with it—he slammed both fists into the ground.

BOOM.

The earth cracked.Shockwaves burst outward.Streets trembled. The air pulsed.

Even ZEF paused, his grin thinning.

"...Not bad." ZEF's grin twitched—almost entertained.

But then,from the distance—through the settling dust and quake-shattered silence

"—Milenda! I'm coming!!"

It was Fez.Still reckless enough to charge forward—still clutching Milenda's hairclip like it meant everything.

Milenda couldn't move.Something gripped her—tight in her chest.something paralyzing.

Her voice cracked."S-Stop!! I told you to back off, Fez!"

ZEF's eyes shifted... His amusement vanished.

"Let's get rid of that annoying brat first."

His voice turned colder—like it wasn't even worth being angry about.

He began walking toward Fez, steps smooth and effortless—like a shadow gliding in for the kill

"I'M COMING, MILENDA—I'M CO—"

Fez's shout died as something pierced his chest—straight through the ribs.

He froze, the world collapsing into sharp agony and the silhouette of that dark blade.

Before Zack could react, ZEF stepped back, blade dripping with shadows.

"Fez… Fez?... huh " He cocked his head, eyes cold."No wonder your name is mine in reverse." A belittling stare followed."What an insult from the world." A soft, cruel laugh followed.

....

"But ..Unlike me, you're just a loser."

Fez's vision blurred. Darkness pooled at the corners of his sight.

And then—everything went black.

and the first tears of rain began to fall.