CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles—harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path—one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

Meanwhile, far from the city, deep in a hidden facility, at a villains safe house. 


Gladiator stood before the Legion, arms crossed. 


Void, ever cold and unreadable, sat with an air of quiet authority. 


Bolt, impatient and sharp, tapped his fingers against the table. 


Construct, usually the joker, was unusually serious. 


"We have bigger problems," Void said. "Our mission is clear, expose the Syndicate before their plan unfolds." 


Gladiator clenched her fists. "And what about the vigilante?" 


"…You should have stayed out of that," Construct muttered. 


Bolt sighed. "Because Starman is watching." 


She swallowed. "That vigilante, Bubble Boy saw Starman kill that criminal in the alley." 


"Then he won't be alive for much longer." 


The Dark Truth