Alex López adjusted his badge, scanning the crowd for signs of anything out of the ordinary. Beside him, Amelia Verner studied her tablet, which displayed a live feed of the convention floor. They moved together, blending with the attendees, ever vigilant for paranormal activity. "If anything supernatural happens, we'll be ready,"

Greta Thornick, the zombie bartender, strolls through, her eyes bright and her smile friendly after a recent meal. Andrea Karvelis, the gorgon graphics designer, stands beside her, her magic contact lenses preventing any accidental petrification. Fiero Burns, a majestic dragon in human disguise, clutches a stack of fantasy novels, eager for an autograph. "Hard to tell who’s real and who’s not," "That’s the fun of Comic Con," Greta waves at them as she passes, her best friend Andrea nudging her toward a booth selling enchanted art prints.

Fiero approaches his favorite fantasy author, his tail flicking with nervousness. Sentinel Prime waits patiently for his turn, circuits humming with excitement, while Grace marvels at the tangible world around her. "So many legends in one place," "Just hope none of them cause trouble,"

A group of students from Arkham School of Gifted Youngsters arrives, each displaying subtle signs of their powers—dragon wings, alien strength, rainbow beams, and robotic precision. They marvel at the convention's unity, snapping selfies with otherworldly celebrities.

Alex López radios for backup, while Amelia Verner runs crowd control. "Everyone, please stay calm! This is a temporary effect," Violet gradually returns to her normal height, blushing and apologizing for the dramatic scene.

Alex López[/@ch_1] and Amelia Verner review their logs, noting only minor incidents and a newfound appreciation for the harmony of the event.] "Today wasn’t just about monitoring—it was about witnessing the magic of community," "Let’s hope next year is just as peaceful—and just as weird," The stars shine above, promising more adventures yet to come.