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

Orion stretched as he stepped into the grand hall of Legion HQ, taking in the sheer scale of the place. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the marble floors. Giant statues of past heroes lined the hallway, their eyes carved to look ever-watchful. It was surreal, he had dreamt of this moment since he was a kid, and now, he was finally here. 


His boots echoed softly as he walked through the halls, getting a feel for his new home. The Legion was his family now. 


As he turned a corner, he saw a massive training room through a glass wall. Inside, Gladiator was mid-swing, her sword slicing through a series of robotic dummies like they were nothing. Her strikes were precise, fluid, graceful, even. But there was something else in the way she fought, a barely contained aggression. 


Orion stepped inside, wanting to introduce himself. 


The First Day