Kapitel 150: Damage

The outside of the mayor's building was filled with a crowd and vehicles. Fire trucks and ambulances were rushing through, while the police struggled to control the onlookers and media.

In the sky, Elementalist mutants were doing their best to control the fire from the explosion. The thick blue smog made the task even more difficult.

Five helicopters hovered near the top floors, ready to provide rescue if survivors were sighted.

Cleo—Felicity's brother—rushed out of the building entrance, his hair disheveled. He was accompanied by a group of four.

The media noticed him and directed their cameras towards him.

"Dad and Sis," Cleo fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes.

His pained expression and tears made even the most jaded media persons feel pity. They could imagine the suffering a man would feel at the possible loss of his father and sister.

"Cleo, calm down," a female police officer said, supporting him.