Blackout Over Manhattan

His protection looked like a mistake refusing to quit. It flexed, cracked, learned, and held. The people behind him noticed before the cameras did. Their fear changed temperature. They were not safe, not yet, but they had room to breathe. In that room, a mother dragged her son behind a mailbox, two delivery riders pulled an unconscious stranger away from the curb, and somebody began praying with a voice steady enough to make others listen. For one clean minute, he was enough. He redirected the hostile field upward, shattered the nearest drones, and carried the victim behind cover while the team did what they could from their side of the chaos. Kieran did not win because he was stronger.