Milton sighed, dejected. The amount of paperwork he was dealing with for losing five of the League's heroes was staggering. Flowerton was becoming more and more degenerate by the day. Making out in the streets, prostitution in the alleyways, and ludicrous amounts of greed and sin being satiated in new, flashy casinos being built around the rapidly-expanding city.
Sitting in his office, he shook his head. "How on earth am I going to satisfy Samson... That Crusader is just so... wily. I need a way to counteract their power. Their power is not just shapeshifting, but a silver tongue..."
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