Orphan-turned-bartender Jaime, believed to be ordinary despite a superhuman-creating event, is the most powerful among them, able to mimic and amplify superpowers. With Armageddon approaching, he is destined to be the Superhuman King, standing at the crossroads of a celestial war. Armed with immense powers, he must choose his allegiance between angels or demons, his decision bearing the weight of the universe's fate.
"Nadia," I said, a bit surprised, "I'll explain it to you."
"You better do it quickly before I run out of patience," said Nadia, glaring sharply at me.
Alright.
"Do you recognize this?" I asked and immediately released my flying energy around the room, causing Nadia to immediately float and scream in surprise.
"You ... you, what are you doing?"
I also floated, guiding her towards me. Gently, I held her hand, "Are you still looking for me?" Nadia stared at me, her eyes wide and enchanted. "Nadia," I whispered softly and embraced her warm body. "I missed you."
"Jaime," whispered Nadia.
"Yes."
"Hukk!!!" I felt a knee kick landing on my groin, causing immediate pain, and both of us fell, with her landing on top of me.
"What is this joke?" yelled Nadia as she got up, staring at me grimacing in pain. Today, I've been kicked twice in the same spot.