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

The camera drones floated silently, capturing every angle as the world watched. 


Legion Tower’s Sky Deck was draped in banners of gold and black, lined with rows of standing heroes, the funeral of Orion had begun. His coffin hovered in the center, a sleek black sarcophagus etched with stars and his insignia, glowing faintly in the fading light. 


Hundreds of people, civilians, heroes, leaders, stood in attendance, eyes turned toward the grand podium where Starman rose, a celestial monument of power in his gold armor. His red cape fluttered in the wind like a flag marking the end of an era. 


He didn’t need a microphone. His voice carried like thunder across the world. 


“Today, we bury a hero,” Starman said. “A light extinguished before its time.” 


His eyes swept the crowd, expression unreadable, eyes glowing faintly red. 


The Weight of a Funeral