1.035 Herc.Herc..cu..les

Описание: He came from nowhere, moving from one ruined place to another, and when he appeared, chains snapped, iron bent, and the gangs that ruled by fear were swept aside. No one knew his name or where he went after; he never stayed to be thanked. They only knew that no ordinary man could possess such strength. So they called him Herc, after an old hero from a forgotten world—because no other name was worthy of the only saviour they had.

But the gangs noticed too. Unlike the poor, they studied him—how a single man kept tearing holes through their plans to rule the world. Bloodied footage, comm logs cut short, maps marked with broken symbols passed from one syndicate to another. Orders changed. Traps replaced patrols. Bait replaced guards. They failed again and again, until at last they uncovered the one secret that could remove the only barrier standing in their way.

"Where is your strength now, Herc..cu..les?" The harsh voice echoed through the main vault, coming from somewhere beyond the firelight. "Is this the hero they whispered about—the myth of superstrength, the saviour of the poor? Look at you. Chained. Head hanging low in defeat…"

The voice faltered when Herc slowly lifted his head to face the darkness.

"Welcome to our world," the voice continued. "Not the streets. No sky. This place lies beneath it all—stone, steel, and synthetic light. No sun down here, Herc. No miracle to feed that strength of yours. Go on. Show us. Break these little links. Bring the columns down like before. Let us see what your legend can do in this abyss."

The muscular prisoner drew a breath and set his weight against the chains—not for the voices, but for his own defiance. Muscles bunched as he pulled until the stone groaned and dust sifted down the column. The links shuddered, scraped, then held. Nothing gave. Sweat ran, his breath thundered through the vault, and the effort left only a thin haze in the air. From every dark corner came laughter, low and echoing, circling him like shapes stirring in the pit.

"If you truly are Herc… cu… les," the voice went on, "then you should recognise this—be familiar with your father's weapon." An evil laugh echoed. "Zeus used it to shape legends. We use it for something simpler." A brief pause. "To destroy!"

Music: Heroes Are Back