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

Exterior – Syndicate's Desert Lab – Moments Later 


Troy landed gently on the scorched sands, the battle’s heat still fresh on his skin. The shattered remnants of the Syndicate’s facility smoked behind him. His boots crunched on broken glass and molten steel as he stepped through the ruins. 


Lying crumpled on the ground like a discarded doll. One arm twisted unnaturally. Her breathing was shallow, and her sword lay bent beside her. 


He knelt beside her, checking her pulse, strong, but fading fast. 


A presence descended. The air tightened. 


Majestic. Untouched by the carnage. Cloak flowing with unnatural grace. His feet never touched the ground as he hovered, arms behind his back, golden eyes locked on his son. 


Troy didn’t flinch. “I’ll speak to you in a moment,” he said firmly. “She needs help.” 


Echoes of Power