The city skyline glitters below, a deceptive calm before the storm. Hana Jordan hovers silently, her uniform catching the dim light. Her Ring of Light pulses faintly on her finger, a quiet hum in the stillness of the night. Her gaze sweeps over the sprawling metropolis, searching for the source of the growing unease. A tremor, barely perceptible to most, runs through the air, a whisper of impending chaos. Her enhanced senses pick up the frantic energy, the fear beginning to ripple through the populace. She knows this feeling; it is the prelude to an attack.