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In a world very much like our own, things have begun to splinter in time, and the world itself is in danger from the effects. This world is full of superheroes and supervillains, people who can fly, who are faster, stronger, and more powerful than any average human could hope to be. This is a world of gods made real.

In the year 2020: The world has seen a dramatic increase in the population of superhumans. In 2011 Superman first appeared in the public’s eye, and the world hasn’t been the same since. Private organizations like the Justice League have drawn praise and criticism for their involvement in world affairs and criminal justice, and governments across the world have responded in kind with superhumans of their own. The new arms race is here, and everyone wonders where the finish line will be.

In the year 1940: The world is at war, and things have begun to change from the version of history that we know. Technologies have advanced beyond their historical schedule. People with powers are appearing earlier in history than they initially did. Secret societies compete for power behind the veil of the world war. The Justice Society works to prevent atrocities and keep power out of Axis hands, but will they be able to avoid the dangers from the changes that are already happening?

This is the world of modern gods. One world. Two timelines. Which will you choose, and what fight will you make your own?

When she had a goal, she would always be determined to stick to it until it was completed. This was no time to back away from it in danger like this. However, she was surprised when he agreed to her condition easily. But what mattered now was that she had a chance to find her dad. If not him, perhaps others who didn’t have her. With a chance came hope and it was evident through her ever beaming smile. 

“You don’t have to worry,” she said pulling out her crossbow, aiming for the sand bags used as target practice without hesitation. She pulled the trigger and the shot straight through where the head of a monster would be, Piercing through the bag itself.

“The monsters’ have been helping me practice,” She added as she reloaded before she slung it back on her back. 

Normally she wouldn’t have ventured as far out as she did, usually sticking to the forests and mountains. But unfortunately, her step-father was in one of the cities when the monsters came. Along with the rays of light that destroyed everything in between.

The crossbow slung around her back was a gift before his departure to the cities. It was useful when it came to dealing with a stray monster from afar, from the experiance gained from using it to hunt, but the ammo was running out. As she searched in the rubble and abandoned buildings for whatever spare materials she could find for arrows, it was there where she met the woman named Mikayla. Well, ‘met’ was a strong word. More like almost pulling off a headshot when she heard the slightest noise from the hallway she inhabited at the time. 

But turns out, she was cool, and Mikayla made an offer to her she had no choice to refuse at the moment. And maybe when all the monsters were dead (with help from her hand).  So the small girl, roughly in her teens followed her back to here, hoping to do what she can and perhaps find her father here. 

It was loud, and everyone was bigger and taller compared to her and her step-father. Especially the man who called himself Diaz. Height wise, she probably came past his elbow slightly.

“Uh...Shima,” She answers looking somewhat shocked at the herculean figure.

“Is that ok?” She asked unsure. But she makes up her mind.

She gently extends her hand, gently petting the rabbit’s head. The rabbit was not only cute, but really soft.

“What’s their name?”