“Thank you,” Snag said.

“Don’t be an asshole like you were at the community center,” she said. “You have more potential than that.”

She sounded like she was his elder, talking down to him, when she was a fair amount younger. She peered at him through the slash in the cloth mask that encased her head, cinched tight around her neck by the cord she’d wound there. There was blood on the cloth.

“You’re right. This is wrapping up too neatly,” Cradle observed. “It’s eerie.”

Snag pulled his attention away from Nursery and the likely Fallen boy and the heroes he’d inserted himself in.

He made eye contact with Secondhand, and Secondhand looked alarmed. A moment later, the man disappeared.

“Careful!” Cradle said, with alarm.

At the center of things, where the Fallen had been using a farmhouse and the surrounding environs for cover, several of the heroes had disappeared.

End of Days.

Narwhal was slowed. That would be Final Hour. He could slow one target at a time. Snag had helped him work on the frame that helped him apply a variety effects to those slowed.

And Last Minute—

Snag lunged, using his power. He found a grip on one of Cradle’s limbs, and used it to reorient himself, trying to spot his target.

Last Minute was short with a combination of muscle and fat that created a frame that made Snag think of the games store and time with his brother and his brother’s hobbies. He was like a conventional fantasy dwarf, minus the beard. The man had an arsenal of gadgets at his belt, and he’d already drawn some.

Snag couldn’t get to him in time. He focused on getting to cover.

Last Minute wielded a shuriken design he’d learned from Snag, in exchange for a collection of data on lesser gadgets. That exchange had included Last Minute helping Snag with the loadout chamber in his right arm.

That weapon design, he knew what it did.

“Take cover!” he bellowed.

Last Minute threw. The shuriken exploded, with a slight temporal effect applied to all within the area. But he used his power in conjunction with it, and the explosions repeated, layering effects.

Snag jumped. Last Minute used a grappling hook to pull himself away.

Betrayal.

“Why!?” Snag roared.

“Someone’s gotta represent the fourth,” Secondhand’s voice could be heard from the crowd. Everything was dissolving into chaos.

The fourth.

The fourth Endbringer. Khonsu. A time manipulator and teleporter.

They were Fallen? Had they been all along?

Snag roared, giving chase to Last Minute. He had a mover power and his arms. He knew Last Minute had a bag of tricks.