Alk reunites with a familiar friend, a sinister shadow looms over TearSalt City, all hell breaks loose. It's all downhill from here.

Metahumans are becoming quite the popular topic. Everything seems to go well at the serene banquet for now. A certain scientist is hasty with ulterior motives.

An opening dinner party doesn't seem like a bad idea. That is until it segues into an unsuspecting and nefarious plot being worked from behind the scenes.

With Monarch officially in the tier of vigilantism, it's only a matter of time before others start to cross his path.

What could possibly go wrong as a new hatchling vigilante?

The Building of the Chrysalis, Model 521.