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

Troy's fist crashed into his jaw, hurling him out of the lab like a missile. Glass shattered. Metal groaned. Eidolon's body tore through layers of concrete and steel before blasting into the sky, vanishing in a blur. 


News helicopters already swarmed the scene like vultures. Cameras zoomed in, catching every frame. 


Bubble Boy rocketed after him, propelled by a swirling surge of bubbles that glowed a blinding blue. 


“You think you can touch her and walk away?!” 


He caught up in seconds, driving a barrage of bubble-fists into Eidolon’s face, chest, stomach. The sky quaked. 


Eidolon blocked with his forearms, twisting midair. “Troy, listen...!” 


Troy’s aura exploded. Thousands of microscopic bubbles shimmered around him like dust motes, each carrying crushing force. 


He flung them forward. “You’re a monster!” 


Eidolon twisted, dodging the swarm. Some clipped him, sending sparks off his skin. 


Brother's Wrath