The one who never left still a hero at home by sir Wallace T. Knight

Previously

…He then unleashed a torrent of energy, not destructive, but illuminating. The clock tower, the surrounding buildings, the very air itself, began to glow with a soft, warm light, pushing back the Syndicate’s crimson glow. It wasn’t a weapon; it was a declaration. A declaration that this place, their home, was worth fighting for, worth protecting, and that its spirit could not be broken by the shadows. The townsfolk, bathed in the familiar, comforting light, found their courage renewed, their resolve hardened. They were not alone. They were home. And home, as Silas Vane was about to learn, was a fortress.