Strolling through the door into the meeting room, Wilhelm cast his gaze across the other metahumans gathered there. Walking towards the back of the room he sat down, with his back against the wall. Pulling his mask off of his head, Wilhelm took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. A smile came across his face as his fingertips were coated in a bright flame.

The enemies of the Reich will burn, by his hand or another’s. Just like all the others had.