Once, the world had people to look up to. The Powered protected us, inspired us, showed us new possibilities for humanity. But when the great names walked away, when the capes and boots and chest-blazoned symbols vanished, all they left behind was a single child to take up their burden. His nightmares named him Advent 9, the flying, bullet-dodging, impossibly strong remnant of an era almost forgotten. With no memory of where he came from or why he...